It's the annual get-rid-of-every-toy-that-is-broken-missing-pieces-outgrown-annoying-requires-too-many-batteries-need-more-space-for-incoming-toys-from-overindulgent-family-members-who-think-we-have-a-12,000-square-foot-house-instead-of-1200-square-feet.

The hubbie surveying the under side of the bed that keeps getting jumped on, and support slats keep getting broken.


And after. Fixed bed. Heck, you can see the bed! Toys are in bins, shoes are in bins, sheets are tumbling in the washer, and Dad and Mom get to tackle the tree now.
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So how long did it take for the last picture to look like the one before it again? It doesn't take too long at our house.
Great question! I will be all vigilant and naggy for about a week. I'll get sick of being a pain, then give up. About twenty four hours from that point, the order is gone. You no longer will be able to walk through the room, toys that are sorted will be under the bed, the books will be behind the bed, and underwear will be found in every unseen crevasse no where near the laundry hamper.
I am constantly amazed at how dirty clothes can land anywhere but in the laundry basket - especialy the ones that surround the basket on the floor.
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