I am still reeling from the two afternoons of my life, two afternoons that could have been spent reading or napping or cuddling with my girls, but were instead spent sorting through piles and piles of toys in a probably futile attempt to clean the playroom, once and for all.
1. Play Money:
A couple of years ago, when my girls first showed an interest in playing pretend and playing “store”, I bought a wooden box filled with paper and plastic money. Within seconds of opening the box, it seemed, those pieces of paper and plastic had found their way into every corner of my home. This weekend, I disposed of the last of them.