OMG an hour in the shed finished me off. The husband was all breezy like "this is where your therapy stuff is" kind of waving his hand around as THOUGH it were not all interspersed with and shoved between all sorts of OTHER stuff including all the electronic hoarding the husband has ever done since the beginning of time (I should note, he began on the EAST coast) and we probably have like, 30 bucks worth of stuff to sell to the foundries or whatever.
It was NOT acceptable. Between the bees (how are there bees it's March) and other things like... .standing on something to STAND on something, well I gave up. I found the few things I am fairly certain the husband could get behind chucking like my sand tray figurines which were HUNDREDS of dollars, my doll house, my doll house furniture (also ENTIRELY too expensive to purchase for a child not your own, but I did) WELL, if I missed a pack of Uno cards, oh well.
The husband is strangely an opponent of like, my therapy toys and he SHOULD NOT be given that I GAVE him the receipts for stuff for tax purposes.... Oooh that may be the source of his resentment, actually.
I'm just gonna tell him I did not find a FEW ultra expensive items so he doesn't
throw everything out, before I look at it, and call it good.
Sigh. I can't believe I'm doing a 1.5 hour drive shortly.
Anna