Missing collectables

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My husband is one of those guys that every time a news story comes up about some incredibly valuable rookie card says "I had that." It's true. He did. And his mom threw them allllll away. Football cards, comic books, toys...

And I used to feel bad for him. Especially since I knew his mom was a neat-freak that had no problem with going through other people's stuff to 'tidy up'. You tended to only discover this 'tidying up' when you saw someone else wearing your jewelry. But I just won't go there today.

Now I'm a mom too. I have boys. And I hate to say it, but I'm starting to feel a lot more empathetic towards the dragon MIL. Because I really want to toss all these rotten 'collectables' my children are filling my house with. I don't want to be that little old lady with all the cats and pathways through the house between all the magazines, books, amazing t-shirts, and for God's sake ENERGY DRINK CANS?? What the??

I try hard to remember the stand I took long ago about privacy and personal possessions--but my mommy genes are starting to rear their ugly heads and whisper things like 'dust' 'vacuum' 'TIDY'... I'm sorry, Rulah...