Cupboard love

Two young boys sitting in a cupboard that clearly isn't meant for them.

The floor of our front room has been the cause of much stress of late. It’s been pretty much covered in the stuff that Dylan and Xander just seem to accumulate. Numerous flimsy plastic toys , magazine covermounts and ‘toys’ from the inside of unfathomably expensive chocolate eggs had formed a play scene that could only have been a recreation of the Battle of the Somme. Carnage wasn’t the word.

One side was played by a selection of dinosaurs from the Triassic and Cretaceous eras while the other was formed of two Raa Raa the Noisy Little Lions – someone must have cloned him – Spider-man and Venom, the Mike the Knight twins and a puffer fish bath toy. The mud was expertly portrayed by several tubs of Play-Doh. Every evening after finally getting Xander down to sleep, we were having to spend ages dismantling this scene of horror and putting everything back in some kind of order before we could relax. Something had to be done.

We took to various free and cheap websites as well as second hand furniture shops and, after a few weeks, found the perfect solution. A sideboard/cupboard sort of thing. It was perfect and pretty cheap too, so we bought it and it was soon in our dining room ready to be populated with toys. As soon as the boys were asleep, we tidied away all their mess. It was great – we had our front room back again. Hurrah! Not only that, we now have what Michal McIntyre would call a ‘man drawer’ too. It’s great – we now have a place for the instructions that come with old appliances, obsolete currency and the radiator bleeding key. So everything’s perfect, right? Well not quite…

You see, that old adage about kids being less enthused by toys than the boxes they came in rings true. Their new favourite game is emptying the cupboard and sitting in it. And do they put everything back afterwards? Of course not! I now spend every evening frantically putting everything back while trying to stop them emptying it again so we can all get to the dinner table.

And another thing! The people who sold it to us thoughtfully gave it a polish. I say ‘gave it a polish’, but in reality they smothered the inside of it in some strong-smelling beeswax. If the doors are left open – which they always are on days ending in y – it’s a similar experience to walking past Lush in the Arndale Centre. It’s overpowering, yet the boys seem immune to its forceful aroma. They now have a den with a forcefield around it and an army of toys defending it.

Another proud parenting victory…

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  1. Merlinda (@pixiedusk)

    Can i just add that those play doh get stuck in the nooks & crannies of your shoes. Get dried and they look awful when you dont remove them. Removing them is a chore.

    I can so relate. This is when my husband and I bought a lots of plastic box and would rotate toys. He thought we are always buying him new stuff but really we are just rotating them cuz the living area is like toys r us store already =P

    #PoCoLo

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      Tom

      Ha! That’s exactly what our front room was like and I hear you about the Play-Doh getting in shoes. So annoying!

  2. Super Busy Mum

    We use a big blue bucket and I fear that as my toddler gets older the more toys are just…flowing over the sides of it. *heavy sigh* and if I stand on one more lego piece…..haha!

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      Tom

      Yeah, the older they get the more they accumulate and our house is losing the battle with toys. Argh!

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