I cleared one full garbage bag with of junk and debris out of my youngest daughters room. Mainly the closet, and a half a cardboard box that was full of overflow toys. Which ended up being mostly broken plastic egg shells from Easter, and plastic bags, clothing tags, and old bits of Kleenex & towel fragments. Dolly bed sheets would be my guess. I placed all the real toys in the drawers below her bed, and made room at the top of her closet for hand me downs two sizes too big for right now. And you’d never know the difference. Unless you are me whom sees it all day every day. The fact the closet is clearing up is a huge sigh of relief for me.
I still see a bag of shoes that likely needs going through again. I didn’t look at it, as I didn’t want to get waylaid by sorting & sizing shoes instead of cleaning the room/closet from start to finish in one go. It is altogether far to easy to slide from one task into a subset and drift off course. The shoes still need to get done, but the bulk of the clearing up can be done without sorting one single bag of shoes. I could do that after. Or tomorrow. Or on a rainy day.
I looked through two closets yesterday for coats. I have hone through my kids clothes for the most part. I need to check sweaters for both kids. We have nearly 100 between the two of them. Ridiculous. I may pull back one raincoat I found, as it is nice to have a dry spare in November when the rains start, and seemingly don’t stop, like – ever. Until it turns to snow that is.
If I had my way I’d be ruthless, but I can’t. So I’ll do what feels reasonable. Which is probably extreme in my wife’s family view, but no where near enough according to mine. Ha-ha. Family dynamics. So weird. What is really going to test me as a person will be the kids “art” from childbirth until now. We have two storage portfolios for the kids. One each. And they are supposed to curate their own work. What fits in the portfolio can stay. But they make gigantic cardboard things endlessly, and want to save every scrap, every scribble, every si gle splash of paint on paper. Can’t do it. No room. Something has to give! Argh! Kids. Gotta love them.
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