The major problems are what I, in attempt to be understanding and loving to their little hearts, call their “treasures.”Really? Most of it is junk.
My girls are hoarders. They want to save every little thing from every event. At first, I thought it was sweet. Their sheet delight over the objects that adults usually disregard. The bow off a gift from a friend, a pin from Grandpa from Costa Rica, birthday cards, photos, dolls they don’t play with, and on and on. What used to be endearing, is irritating me to no end right now. It is getting out of control with three in one room. We used to stuff them in an extra drawer, but there isn’t enough room. I’ve dumped them in buckets for now that are on the floor in their bathroom. It looks neither organized nor clean.