I thought I was the only one.
The weeks I spent explaining to my old house that we would be leaving, but there would be a nice new family. Nothing personal, but we had too many kids for the space... I even stroked the walls. Reading this thread I now just feel guilty I didn’t say goodbye to the white goods.
The worst thing about getting rid of a car is the deception I feel using it to drive me to the new car. Like it’s going about it’s dutiful business then bang, I jump in to a newer model and off I go. I still miss Gary, and chose never to name a car again.
If I drop a spoon for example and I go to pick another, I don’t know whether I should try to get the same one in case it slipped and is going to miss it’s chance to make tea, or whether it jumped and I should make sure it gets used as punishment. Also, do they want to be used and left alone on the counter, or do they prefer to be in the drawer with their mates?
I’m scared one of our Mr and Mrs cups will be smashed. I feel I’ll have to drop the other so they can be thrown away together if it ever happens.
Woody and Buzz are the worst toys to have for considering their feelings. All the rubbish toys that get thrown out go to nursery, and all the decent outgrown ones go to my hubbys friends son. Somewhere they will be looked after properly.