Who really owns this house? Me vs The Toys!

Do you ever feel like your kids' toys have TAKEN OVER your personal space?  They creep in one by one and then all of the sudden, the "toys" have claimed ownership of your house.  Don't get me wrong,  I don't mind hanging onto toys that will never become antiquated; it's the "pointless, good-for-nothing, happy meal toting toys that pierce the bottom of your foot as you walk to the bathroom in the middle of the night, that bother me".  {ok take a deep breath.  Sorry about that grammatically incorrect very long run on sentance}    
 
So today I had a very serious conversation~~with the TOYS.  I explained to them that they were no longer welcome in my home.  I told them that I would make the transition from my home to another home as pain-free as possible.  Initially I felt as though they were mocking me.  See for yourself

                                                                         Exhibit A

 To be honest I kind of felt a little bit guilty as I recklessly tossed the toys in to a reusable sack.  It felt as if  I were tossing little kittens into a pillow case; later to be disposed of.   I told myself I was nothing like "Cruella Devil" {oh wait, she was the puppy snatcher not the kitty killer}  Anyway, it was pretty emotional for both of us.  Not to mention a very difficult power struggle.

 
So what do you think?  Do you think I followed through with this unspeakable act?  Did I give away a bunch of my kids' toys without their consent?  Do you feel as if the toys have taken over your home?
What toy from your childhood would have caused you to seek professional counselling if your mother had thrown it out without your permission?   Have you checked out this post?  Have I overwhelmed you with questions?

I'm going to leave you with these few snapshots of the nonsense I had to deal with today.

                              Wishing I could crawl inside Opal's head when he was playing with these two toys