The sorting was a disaster. My back is killing me from sitting on that cold concrete floor and going through action figure after action figure.... but it was well worth it, my friends.
I set very strict standards for keeping things (not broken & kids play with it). I got rid of loads of garbage. How many more times was I willing to pick up that half-leg of a Power Ranger? Zero. ::throw in the trash:: When was the last time one of my kids ever used this teeny little sword for the Ninja Turtle? Come to think of it... never. ::in the trash:: Do the boys even play with action figures any more? No. ::buh-bye::
This ^^ is headed out the curb. Note: if you're married to a pack rat or at least someone who thinks he can sell broken/lame toys on eBay or get a tax ride-off for donating them, do this when Gty-- I mean, he/she is not around.
Just so you can see that I'm getting rid of ACTUAL toys and not just garbage. I was particularly fond of ousting large items. It was invigorating.
Please note the AquaDoodle. That thing does not get an entire shelf all to itself anymore. I'm taking back my power. And that PlayMobile pirate treasure chest was a lost cause the second it was opened at Christmas.
You gize are gonna be amazed at the finished product. You'll wanna move in. Srsly. But I don't want to build it up too much.... I'm putting the final touches on it and then we'll be all set. Tune in.