I think it’s time I put you back in the driver’s seat. When left to my own devices, I do very little decluttering. In fact, I get so sidetracked I end up surfing into uncharted territories. Here’s just a taste of where I’ve been:
(image source: Awkward Family Photos)
Don’t get me wrong, I loved every minute of it. I started at Reasonably Ludicrous (best post ever on the value of and English degree), made my way to Hyperbole and a Half (full points for writing a cartoon about depression) and ended my evening with an hour (or two) of Awkward Family Photos. Do NOT go there, you’ll never return, and, if you do, you won’t be the same.
Focus is not my strong suit. No wonder I had to devise a decluttering routine and make it pubic in order to follow through. Since, that was one of my great successes in life, I think I’ll make myself accountable to you again. (You don’t mind, do you?)
So phase one of maintenance will be decluttering ten things a day. I’ll even post the pics to keep me honest and hopefully keep me off the internet for three hours at a time…
Here’s the first ten for you:
Hold that thought. I’m going to need a continuance. As I was logging off to find my things, all manner of screams erupted from the basement.
I raced down the stairs to find our son’s good friend cradling a very obviously broken arm. Given the tone of the cries, we didn’t even pause to consider a strain, just took him straight to the hospital. His moans and pleas for deliverance at every bump in the road reminded me so clearly of my labour with my eldest that I burst the buckwheat filled cool pack I was holding to his brow.
We just passed him into the very capable hands of his parents and the Emergency Room staff. The last I heard he was getting IV medication in preparation for a realignment and that he had baffled the staff by being covered in grains.
And, I guess I decluttered a cool pack, although I’d rather it happened any other way…
I’ll post my ten items tomorrow and an update on the status of our young friend.