9,500 things gone, only 500 to go
I desperately wanted to knock off Day 95 yesterday. I should know by now that being desperate about anything doesn’t serve me well.
I spent a few hours in the morning inventory-ing the family room and living room. The numbers were small (28 things decluttered) but it was massively satisfying.
Check out my toy pile before:
There is nothing on the floor but the furniture in this room. Woo hoo!
As the days dwindle (only 5 left!), my decluttering is slowing to a trickle. But my thoroughbred brain is racing right along:
If I finish Day 95 this weekend, I can do the last five days this week, run a vacuum around the house on the weekend, and I’ll be done! Forever.
Then the kids want to eat lunch or go to the skateboard park and my decluttering plans are foiled again. Weekends are bad for that.
I lay awake next to my youngest son Sunday night wishing him to sleep so that I could jump up, inventory the laundry room, blog about it, then go to bed. The trouble was, I was already drifting. I reasoned that I could skip the blogging if I finished the inventory. I woke up an hour later tangled in Star Wars sheets. Youngest son: 1 Decluttering: 0
I resumed my inventory in his room this afternoon. I found another 28 things to get rid of. At 56 things, I wasn’t even close to declaring Day 95 a wrap.
I moved on to the oldest child’s room and, one hour later, had only brought the total to 68.
Then I hit the decluttering jackpot – a Winnie the Pooh box on the top shelf of his closet stuffed to the gills with mementos of his first two years.
I must have saved every piece of paper his little hands ever sprinkled glitter on. The bottom of the box was covered with the ever popular non-toxic toddler art materials – macaroni and lentils. More questionable things I saved: his certificate of completion of Gymboree, his first Build-A-Bear’s birth certificate, 14 copies of his birth announcement and 9 photocopies of the first ultrasound (in addition to the originals) in which he looked just like a tiny mummy.
These items launched me well on my way to Day 96 albeit trailing plumes of guilt. You see, I didn’t even announce number two’s birth let alone take him anywhere that involved macaroni and glue. By the time he arrived (difficult pregnancy, long birth) all I could do was breastfeed and weep.
So, 16-year-old number two, if you’re reading this and wondering about your birth announcement, you should know that, although we got off to a rough start – you and I pulled through. You were the child of my decluttering, my crayoned companion, master of recycling, tester of toys and batteries, puzzle piece finder – a veritable worker bee. And I loved staying home with you.
If you’re interested in the latest inventory (family room, living room, kid’s bedrooms) you can find it here:
family room inventory (spreadsheet malfunction noted – will fix tomorrow!)
What I tossed today: clothing, artwork, DVD’s, books, batteries, paper recycling, toys