Over-Stuffed
Brian took Anna to his sister's this evening so I could dive into a couple of projects here at home in peace. I opted to tackle the back bedroom which, inevitably, becomes our catch-all.
I spent two hours weeding through drawers and bookshelves and other assorted piles, generating two full garbage bags of trash and another bag full of DAV donation items. All this crap was hiding in one small bedroom. Yuck. It is therapeutic watching it all go out the door, though.
As I look around my house, I find myself feeling rather "stuffed-out." I don't really want to bring another trinket or scrap of paper in here. I find myself wanting to simplify, simplify, simplify--purge, purge, purge. Brian loves it when I get into this mode.
When I think of Christmas being around the corner, I have mixed emotions. I love the holiday season and the spirit of giving, but--as I mentioned--I have ZERO desire to bring more "stuff" into this house--especially random mugs and scarves and other assorted holiday paraphernalia . I'll quit being Scroogey, I suppose. I am grateful, afterall, for the generosity of others--regardless of what the lack of closet space in my house has to say about it.
Back to cleaning. The clock is ticking, and my family will be home soon!
I spent two hours weeding through drawers and bookshelves and other assorted piles, generating two full garbage bags of trash and another bag full of DAV donation items. All this crap was hiding in one small bedroom. Yuck. It is therapeutic watching it all go out the door, though.
As I look around my house, I find myself feeling rather "stuffed-out." I don't really want to bring another trinket or scrap of paper in here. I find myself wanting to simplify, simplify, simplify--purge, purge, purge. Brian loves it when I get into this mode.
When I think of Christmas being around the corner, I have mixed emotions. I love the holiday season and the spirit of giving, but--as I mentioned--I have ZERO desire to bring more "stuff" into this house--especially random mugs and scarves and other assorted holiday paraphernalia . I'll quit being Scroogey, I suppose. I am grateful, afterall, for the generosity of others--regardless of what the lack of closet space in my house has to say about it.
Back to cleaning. The clock is ticking, and my family will be home soon!
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