Toys, toys, toys, I’m so SICK of toys.  I get toys all day through, first from him, then from you, is that all you blighters can do?  (OK, it’s from My Fair Lady…sort of)

My “play room” is officially the armpit of hell. You cannot see the floor.  I have huge bins I consistently throw toys into.  Then they get dumped out.  I (or my kids) throw them back. Repeat. Then nobody can find anything, and if that green car isn’t located STAT, then Toddler Man canNOT be expected to take a bath, because he NEEDS it!  

This is my life.  Well, part of it, anyway.

I NEED a better toy storage system.  You are all brilliant and wise, and I know your toys are all neatly organized and look lovely.  Help me be like you.  Please.  Let my play room also be a guest room.  Then you can come visit. Ooo-hoo-hoo.  I want to be like You-uu-uuuu.

Help me obi-wan kenobe.  You’re my only hope.