I bought these video game chairs Christmas-before-last.
A great idea, but they haven’t been used the way I thought they would be.
And now that my gameroom (see how I no longer call it a gameroom/office/guestroom) has the feel of a real room and purposeful furniture placement, the chairs haven’t been used.
They’ve been sitting in a corner.
An awkward corner made extra-awkward by the chairs . . .
So, I asked my 8yo if he wanted to sell his in our upcoming garage sale.
His response? “We really don’t need them anymore, but I was afraid it would hurt your feelings if we got rid of them.”
Seriously. Even though he knows his mother is “Nony the Slob” and has become a somewhat fanatical declutterer over the past few years.
I assured him that I won’t be offended. Though a pang of “But I thought those were going to be a great gift!” regret did go through my chest.
This also reminded me that many times when I stress over getting rid of something that was given to me, the stress I’m blaming on the giver . . . is mostly in my own mind.