But for some reason there is one thing that motivates me to get the boys' puzzles, tinker toys, books, itty bitty cars and McDonald's plastic
But here's my fantasy - the new kids will come in and the fun will ensue. They'll play with legos that haven't seen the light of day since Santa swung by, a rousing game of Dino Math Tracks will be followed by the challenge of a transformer puzzle. And my ultimate dream, the creativity will just come oozing out of these soccer playing boys at the sight of construction paper, scissors, glue, pens, crayons and stickers. What more could they want? Oh right, that would be a skateboard and a basket ball.
What's funny is the last two times I found myself in a whirlwind of hauling trash, stacking games, shoving books and carrying trucks upstairs (even with torn ligaments in my foot :) were for playdates that didn't even happen. Once we went to their house, and then our plans to exchange date nights went awry when one kid came down with a stomach flu. Not sure whether to be annoyed that I cleaned for nothing, or thank the mom for motivating me to clean.