Jerid calls this the crazy clean. I blame it on nesting. I seriously can't stop... I am ripping thru closets with a furvor...... loading bag after bag after bag of stuff.... stuff that at one point I either thought would come back in style or magicly change to a different size. Stuff. Its everywhere and the more I dig, the more I open boxes the more I find... I am in a good preggo state...the one that knows that it will be a cold day before I fit into those size 2 black stretch pants again.... and funnier yet.... they havent been comfortable or in style in say..... 12 years or so. And no, I have not given up... I am just coming to an honest realization. I am sitting here trying to type with a half naked child in my lap that keeps kissing me.... some things are worth keeping... others are not.
This collecting things....anything ...everything is a handed down sickness Im sure. As a parent, how many pictures are we expected to keep? How many first shoes, outfits etc? As a mom, it feels like failure to throw out the jeans that you can remember wearing... but why? Is it that last memory of being young, a connection to my youth? If I could fit myself into those jeans again, would life be as it was then? Would I want that?
It feels good to box up unwanted clutter.... now I just have to be careful that I am not making room for more.