How did THIS get in my Family Room????

I have stated in the past how I have struggled to adjust (with grace and understanding) the accrual of so many toys which come with the co-habitation of children.

We have transitioned through the freestanding swing, exersaucers, rainbow rubber mat/rug, changing tables (up and downstairs), diaper champs, blow up pool with hundreds of plastic balls in the foyer, and even the 10 foot long club house which was allowed in the game room while we eagerly waited for cooler weather to free up that space, I knew this phase would eventually pass and be replaced by different styles and shapes of toys.

In fact with the arrival of Santa, we now have re-arranged and welcomed a deluxe walk-in kitchen in our real kitchen, two tricycles in the entry way and more toys than were ever needed, requiring the purchase of two more plastic bins to contain them; and I was basically at peace with this.

Then we had the arrival of something I never thought would be near my home, let alone IN it...

The dreaded ~ bounce house!!!!!

Whoa, the floor is sagging like an overnight diaper.

Stand absolutely still, I think this thing is broken.

Exhausted, strangely satisfied and ready to go again.

For those of you unfamiliar with my "Bounce House Bias" and perfectly legitimate phobia of all things inflated please read this before thou doest cast judgement.