Today, while the sister is still away, I venture into the girls bedroom. They share a room, unfortunately they don't share toys so everything is in duplicate.
Its an average size room for a two bed terrace council home. Around 8' by 9' at a guess. It feels tiny with the bunk beds, two wardrobes, a storage box system, a bookshelf, and doors into a built in cupboard and the airing cupboard. That's not including the mountain of cuddly toys, the countless (naked) Barbie and Monster High dolls, the clothes and dressing up outfits and general 'toys' for lack of any of words to describe what was contained within this room.
Both bunk beds are full of things and there is barely any floor space. I'm really not sure where to start. Eventually I make a start on the lower bunk. if I can clear this then I've got space to sort out things on the floor.
There's cuddly toys from every local tourist attraction: farms, soft play areas, theme parks, holiday parks. I fill a bin bag with smaller toys and put the big teddies (Hello Kitty, dogs, cats, etc etc) to one end of the bed. Stacks of books into a big sports bag. I have about two thirds of the bed clear. I make my way around the room trying to put things into categories: clothes, dressing up outfits, puzzles, dolls clothes, stationary.
Three hours later and three bin bags of rubbish later I'm exhausted and worry about G looking after the girls on his own. I look around the room before leaving and feel despondent. It doesn't look as though I have been there are at, there's still so much to do. But my back hurts, my head hurts and I cant bring myself to do anymore. 
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