A letter to my mom I’ll never send

Dear Mom,

I love you. I really do. But please, please, please, for the love of me, my sanity, and the few naturally-colored hairs I have remaining, STOP BUYING MY KIDS CRAP!!!

I know, I know, you’re Grandma and grandmas are supposed to spoil their grandkids rotten, but seriously, the floorboards are starting to creak from the weight of all the crap you continue to buy and unload here.

Yes, I know it’s your beeswax what you do with your money and yes, I understand that some of what you bring you got at a yard sale. None of that matters! It’s not about your money, it’s about MY HOUSE. Their little rooms are like a toy battlefield. There’s toys everywhere. I know that you think that’d be handled if I were more organized, but truthfully, I can’t be organized because there’s just too much crap to organize!

My kids are all now past the age where they desire to play with toys all day, so please consider buying them an experience: tickets to a concert or event; a subscription to a magazine; admission to a zoo or aquarium; heck even gift cards to the movies would be preferable to cardboard buildable robots or more pieces of hot wheels track.

When they were little, I forced a grin and accepted the mounds of happy meal toys you’d bring each month, but as I look around at all the new doohickeys that are fun to build, but take up space–I’m looking at you Geckobot–I cringe.

So please, do us all a favor and buy them something consumable–and I don’t mean food! (That’ll be another letter. 😉 )

Love,

Imma B.

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “A letter to my mom I’ll never send

  1. The only real argument I ever had with my father in-law happened right before we moved into our current house. After we closed on the house he declared that we had enough room for this giant Thomas The Tank Engine play table. Having just signed the largest check of my life to date, I wasn’t about to give up a single square foot, much less half the spare bedroom to more toys. I won. It’s in my in-law’s basement playroom still, seven years later.
    I lost the Lego battle. They still keep coming. That’s probably our fault for having a second child.
    Keep fighting the good fight.

    1. Good for you!! It’s hard being a parent when everyone wants to dump on you constantly. I’ve spent the past four weeks fighting that as my kids and I have somehow survived two waves of grandparents and all the crap they bring along.

      (By the way, my ex-mother-in-law tried to get us that stupid Thomas table. I am sooooo glad shipping was what she considered unreasonable.)

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