Last year was a buyer’s market for us. Our daughter was 18 months old and had the attention span of a gnat. I scoured the pages of Craigslist and found everything from a like-new doll stroller to a barely used bead maze. I never once heard her complain that the generous display of gifts under the tree did not come in their original packaging. I even started a trading enterprise on Craigslist…LeapFrog® Leapster cartridges that my four-year-old son had become bored with for new (a.k.a. different) games to keep him entertained. He never noticed the old cartridges were missing and was thrilled to find new games under the tree.
This year we tried a different sport — selling. As an anti-hoarder and a hater of clutter, I was more than happy to rid myself of last year’s bead maze, a tippy plastic kitchen, and a few Little People sets that never seemed to remain in an actual set. In one weekend, we sold enough “treasures” to hit Toyland and fund Noah’s entire Christmas celebration.
Like any sport, selling on Craigslist is exhausting and time consuming. I post, I repost, I reduce the cost, I answer 80 annoying “Is this still available?” e-mails, I negotiate a meeting location and finally a sale is made. Victory! Totally worth it.
Last week when Lia asked, “Where’s my kitchen, mommy?” I do have to admit that my heart sank just slightly. But I know that tippy plastic kitchen will be long forgotten on Christmas Day when Lia is presented with her new state-of-the-art wooden kitchen masterpiece designed to make all of her culinary dreams come true. Thank you, Santa Craig.