Post-party Wrap-up

I cannot wade my way through our house without tripping over mounds and mounds of toys. And some of them aren't even new. And my bathtub is full of new, unopened toys (hopefully somewhat hidden from BigM- who cannot stand to have unopened toys around- despite the fact that we've told her no less than 928 times that we will not open a new toy until she puts away the new toy she was just playing with.)

Our playroom has over flowed, we have no more room, we're going to have to build an extension onto the house and despite the fact that I've been cleaning for 72 hours straight (minus the 3 hours last night to have a Wii Fit marathon with DM)- our house still looks like we've been robbed.

I think I'm going to lose LM in all this mess.

I hope next year I can convince each present bestower to limit the childrens' gifts to three each- Baby Jesus only got three gifts. That's what Santa brings her (total- including the stocking, minus books, because they fall under "educational" and clothes, because they fall under "necessary for leaving the house." Yes, that's true. See my smug smile?) And it would make the part of my job description that falls under "maid" that much easier.

I can say without a doubt that BigM doesn't really believe that "Christmas is about giving, not getting" no matter what I tried to tell her the first 23 days of December. She says it, but I know she doesn't believe it. And why should she? We could open our very own toy store here.

Can you tell I'm a little frustrated by the lack of order around here?