Later, as I read to the children, she completely cleaned out the boys’ room. “Completely” as in: the only contents left are two beds and the clothes in their closet. Earlier today the ambulatory children built a rubble pile in the middle of that room from bookshelves, toys, mattresses, and various other objects. Katie discovered it when Fauntleroy started bawling, having scraped himself falling off the rubble pile.
Our children have far too many toys. Because I do not clean up after the children, this is Katie’s problem, not mine. For at least a couple of years I have observed, when she complains, that the only way she will find peace is to take away 90% of the toys. Tonight she exceeded my expectations.
Katie was putting Becky to bed when I saw the naked room. I opened the door and interrupted:
Eumaios: “What you did to the boys’ room [pause] It’s great. You deserve a hard pounding.”
Katie: “Thank you!”
It’s true. She does.