A flinging hump to conquer

I am really struggling with flinging right now. I have a small bag of cheap “costume” jewelry ready to go. I really do not wear jewelry at all any more. (Heck I don’t even wear certain undergarments any more although I do keep a couple around for “emergencies”.) I am not flinging my earrings. I did not get my ears pierced until I was 37 (long boring story) and for a while I wore them all the time but generally jewelry is kind of a PITA for me. What I am getting rid of are other things that I bought and haven’t ever really worn. I am also saving my childhood jewelry, that which remains, which is not a lot.

An area of extreme indecisiveness is the stuffed aminals. There are three garbage bags full of them in the Landfill Dungeon. Why am I having such a hard time letting go of them? Is it because they played such a large part in helping our little family function? I mean they were FUN but with the “spirited” beach urchin they were also used as tools to help settle tantrums down or rein in inappropriate behavior. If I tried to provide “guidance” in whatever was going on it would almost certainly backfire and escalate the situation. If I talked through Chrissy the Police Mouse or whoever, more often than not calm would return. Froggy was of no help in these situations. In fact he was so AWFUL the GG banished him to the dungeon for a couple years. (We are not getting rid of Froggy.)

We certainly won’t get rid of ALL of them. WE (the parents) have our own faves. But we have way more than we need to be storing for our kids to get rid of some day. I think we got into this situation because I was still buying them when the kids were aging out of them and I wasn’t ready to face up to that. They still loved receiving them but they were beyond playing with them. But hanging out in garbage bags in the dungeon they are not feeling anyone’s love. It’s time.

So what do we do with them? I sometimes dream about hosting a stuffed aminal adoption day in the Landfill driveway. Kind of like a garage sale but everything is free. But I don’t know if I can manage that. I am an introvert and the necessary personal interactions would undoubtedly exhaust me. And what if somebody comes along and greedily takes all of them (because they are free). Of course that’s what we want, to get rid of them, right? And what about the leftovers that don’t get adopted? I know I will feel bad (and I KNOW HOW STOOPID THAT IS!).

Probably best to take ’em all over to Kiwanis and let the experts deal with them.

2 Responses to “A flinging hump to conquer”

  1. Margaret Says:

    They need to be adopted and loved. That’s how I look at it. They aren’t doing anyone any good in bags in the basement. Easier said than done though.

  2. Pooh Says:

    Kiwanis is fine, but you might check out crisis nurseries or family shelters. Seems to me, I donated a bunch to a toy drive at the school to help refugees from Katrina or Syria. It was hard, and I still have a tubful that come out when Corwin comes to visit. Let me know about the costume jewelry. I have quite a bit, Mom’s and mine, and I seldom wear jewelry.