I only bought a couple small gifts for my son this year, but he’s the only little one on both sides of the family. In spite of restrictions my husband and I placed on gift numbers, we ended up driving home for an hour with a carload of stuff jammed between our legs and over our knees, and me generally trying not to have a major panic attack from claustrophobia.
Like me, you’re probably wondering where you’re going to put all this new stuff from Christmas, and you’re eyeballing the old stuff. Like me, you may have a spouse that would rather make a pile to consign to the landfill than be bothered to have a garage sale or donate things to charity. It’s become my job to get rid of everything, otherwise he will have it dumped.
