So what do you do with a souvenir you don't like?

This week has been full of ups and downs in step-doom.

I try not to live my life by focusing on the bad. SS has been sweet, kind and less air-headed lately, which is a good thing. The only times he truly unnerves me, is when he is around DW. When he is with DW – I don’t know – it’s like he got whacked over the head with a cinder block and can’t think for himself. He acts so immature and - I'm sorry to say - like a blabbering idiot who doesn't know when to shut the hell up. When DW is not around, SS acts more his age and can actually hold mature conversations.

When I picked him up on Sunday, I could not help but feel sorry for him. I didn’t mention this incident to DW because if I felt sorry for him, Lord knows DW will be weeping a puddle of tears for him.

Donkeykong went on a business trip to New York City last week. He bought SS a baseball with the New York Yankees logo on it.

Now here’s a little tidbit of interesting trivia for you. The New York Yankees logo is the most recognized sports team logo in the world. That’s IN. THE. WHOLE. WORLD folks, not just the Americas.

Of course, SS didn’t know what it was. I attribute this to the fact that SS doesn’t care for baseball – which is fine I suppose. I love hockey myself but I know it is not everyone’s cup of tea, so I don’t talk much about it.

So SS pulls out this baseball that his Dad gave him and I say “Hey! The New York Yankees! Cool baseball!”

SS seemed confused and I explained to him what the logo was. SS looked at it and kind of sighed.

“My Dad got this for me.” SS said.

“Oh that’s nice.” I replied.

“I guess…”

Here I am thinking that SS is being a little snot because it is obvious he doesn’t care for this little souvenir, but I later thought about it and I have to wonder…Of all the things his Dad could have bought SS on his trip, why a baseball? That’s when I remembered that Donkeykong knows next to nothing about his son and what his son likes and that kind of saddens me a little.

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Yeah sorry about that...Good

Yeah sorry about that...Good thing we are not in NY. If SS admitted his ignorance to a New Yorker I shudder to think what reaction he would get.

Yeah my Mom and Dad know me

Yeah my Mom and Dad know me well enough to make educated guesses of what they think I would like (this was true even when I was a kid). I don't think Donkeykong even cares to know what his son likes/doesn't like. Okay, it's nice that he got SS *something* I suppose, but the more I think about it, the more I am convinced it would have been better if Donkeykong didn't buy him anything.

I'm assuming since you have

I'm assuming since you have younger bios along with SS your garage probably has a bunch of toy bins full of outside toys? Throw the baseball in one and it will likely be the last you see of it.

Have you ever seen the show hoarders? I am like the opposite of a hoarder if there is a name for it let me know. If I don't use something it gets thrown away or donated, if something is broken, trash, people give me stuff that I won't use, gets passed on or donated. I just don't like clutter. I have a box for each of the kids in the attic where I do save things that will likely be sentimental for them someday, they have shelves in their rooms to display knick-knacks/trophies etc.

My skids/bios- they are sentimental about EVERYTHING! On days they aren't at our home I constantly clean and throw stuff away. DH doesn't care, he is very similar to me in the no clutter lifestyle. kids/skids have never once asked what happened to their special paperclip or dried out play-doh sculpture but if they actually saw it in the top of the trash WWIII. Put the baseball somewhere out of sight/out of mind

Part of our Spring Cleaning

Part of our Spring Cleaning ritual entails doing just that; figuring out which toy goes, which stays, which gets donated and which gets put into storage because it holds some sentimental value.

I posted a while back about SS's rock and swizzle stick collections. I made the mistake of throwing them out when both DW and SS were watching. Oh the drama! "How could you!? You are so mean!" Ect. I never made that mistake again!

Now days, whenever SS collects something, I give him fair warning to please put the item away or else it gets thrown out. This happened with a Happy Meal toy SS fished out of the garabage (yeah, I know...Eww!). SS came home and threw it in the sink. I guess because he thought either me or DW would wash it? I told him to clean it himself or it gets thrown out. It stays in the sink for 3 days. So I pick it up and throw it out and scrub my hands afterwards. SS asks, a week later "Hey, where's my Happy Meal toy?"

To which I replied. "Oh, you mean the toy you threw into the sink and I asked you to put it away or it gets thrown out!? I have no idea what happened to it."