Hoarders: Six Year Old Edition

My child is a hoarder.

Every scrap of paper, every cheap plastic fast food kid's meal toy, every leaf and rock that she thinks looks cool, winds up in our apartment.  Now, keep in mind that I said apartment.  It's not exactly the biggest place in the world, and storage space is pretty limited - not to mention that she and I share a bedroom.  Two girls in one room is bad enough without adding fourteen tons of schoolwork, piles of rocks, and broken pieces of plastic spoons that apparently remind her of someone.

But, I've decided that sometime this summer, we are going through everything - and I mean everything - and tossing anything we don't use or need.  Clutter is the enemy of a happy, relaxed home, and I'm becoming increasingly frustrated with finding stacks of paper with one little squiggle drawn on each page laying all over the place, and wads of Moon Dough sticking out from under the coffee table.

I'm determined to get us clean and organized by the time that school starts in August, so that mornings can go off without a hitch, and no (more) library books are lost in the pit of toys we just haaaaaave to keep, but that haven't been played with in two years.

Who knows...maybe I'll find my lost sanity in there someplace...

Six in the Air

It was in the car just last week that I came to the decision that I am not a fan of Rhianna.  Now, don't get me wrong, her songs are extremely catchy, and are some of the favorites in my shower-singing repertoire.  But, when my five year old daughter belted out a verse of her new whips-and-chains themed hit, my jaw hit the floor.

"SIX in the air..." she sang at the top of her lungs.  The ending of the song was quickly followed by a "Mommy, can we listen to that 'sticks and stones' song again?!"  I quickly responded that it was on the radio so I couldn't replay it, but was still in shock at what I'd just heard.

"Hey...what did you say was in the air in that song, again?"  "SIX!" she quickly retorted.  I breathed a sigh of relief, but then and there made the decision that when Miss Priss is in the car, I think we'll be sticking to CDs only...or maybe the Christian station.  All the six in the air is starting to get to me...