I am a tidy and organized individual. My daughters, on the other hand, are total hoarders! Yes, just like on the A&E television show. They are obsessed with collecting junk and they refuse to throw anything away. Their ‘junk piles’ and purses filled with ‘neat stuff’ are driving me crazy!

My middle daughter is the worst offender. She has three or four special purses in circulation at any point in time. Stuffed inside the purses you will find old marker caps, broken toys, mismatched puzzle pieces, old junky baby toys, wash clothes, slips of ripped paper from school and random wooden blocks. The picture below highlights the typical junk pile she attempts to bring to school, to the grocery store or in the car whenever we are running errands. In this picture you can spot a special purse, broken tambourine and an old necklace with the beads falling off.

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Junk, junk and more junk!

As much as their hoarding tendencies drive me crazy, I appreciate the creativeness and ingenuity that they bring to creative play. My daughters infrequently use toys for their actual purpose. For example, this enormous bowl filled with mismatched puzzle pieces is a magical soup that will help the princess save the prince from the evil dragon. (We carried this bucket around for weeks before it magically disappeared.)

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Magical soup…and look, you can spot shirty too!

So, the obvious question I am sure you want to ask me is, “Why don’t I throw the junk away?” Well, I do. On a regular basis. Every night when we are cleaning up the toy room I syphon scraps of paper, broken toys, old socks and broken crayons from the toy room into the garbage. It never fails, the next morning, my oldest daughter will appear from behind a mountain of junk and ask, “Hey Mom, where is that piece of paper from last Valentine’s day that we put those stickers from Christmas on, and tied around that hard piece of play dough we got from summer camp? I really need it for the new restaurant I just opened!” To which my middle daughter will reply, “It was right over there near the wooden block wrapped in tissue paper from my last birthday, holding down the naked Barbie that we colored with the purple sharpie!”

Really? You have got to be kidding me! I guess I need to stop focusing on the junk and start appreciating the fact that my daughters seem to be developing photographic memories.

 

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