Yesterday a friend watched the kids so Bill and I could do some cleaning and decluttering. Our main focus was the kids' rooms and toy room.
At one point I asked Bill's opinion about some "prized possession." Bill hypothesized that the owner would be very upset if we got rid of it. "Only if he found out," I assured him. Nevertheless, that item stayed.
Just before picking up the children, we stopped at the post thrift store to deposit some things. It really wasn't much, but it was probably the third or fourth trip we've made. Certainly, our children have way too much stuff. It is one reason I proposed a nice vacation in January as a family present for next Christmas.
This morning, Jenny asked me, "How come the packers and movers always lose our stuff?" Other children have suggested that Dad drive the moving truck to ensure nothing is misplaced. It's so nice to have a scapegoat.