We love books. LOVE. THEM. Especially the boys. We buy books over toys. When ever we go to a garage sale we buy a book. When we go to the ‘big shops’ my boys know not to ask me for toys but books. I will always say yes to books. Without fail. However its become a problem. We (by we I mean the kids) have to many they are everywhere and its not something I thought I would ever hear myself say but we do and the worst part they aren’t being appreciated. An even worser idea (is that even a word?).
So today despite my inner battle that I’m about to commit a crime against not only humanity but literacy I’m going to have a purge on the kids books (note I said kids books…I cant bring myself to commit a crime against Enid, Jane, Emily or Scott) I read recently Peter Walsh’s Organisational Book ‘Too much stuff’ you know the guy?..Oprahs man for the hoarders? Well if he is Oprahs man he must be the go to guy..
So he suggest for every fourth book you have donate one to charity…I can do that donate to charity..Im sharing the love of the written word..that must make me saintish compared to the villain that dared rid her children of the written word..ahem..slightly dramatic I know but it I was on a roll to somewhere with that. He also suggest going for every three or two books one book being donated but I just cant not yet. So along with those that have been unappreciated and pages torn we will dwindle our way down to something more satisfactory. The bonus with this is that they may appreciate the ones they have left once they return from school and kindy because you couldn’t do it while they where here. No way. You wouldn’t get any where everything means something and its all their stuff. Yet don’t fret I know there favourites. I know which ones mean the most.
So having said that my lovelies I’m off to declutter and purge..hate that word purge…
xx Deb
