The long, long, long day...
It has been a looooooooong day. So long that if there was any way that I could go to sleep right now (at 8:30) and know that all of the middles and littles were actually asleep and not burning down the house or hosting a kegger, I would totally be in bed. I'm not going to lie. I am tired a lot. (After all, I spend all day chasing around Frick and Frack. And cleaning up the remnants of their tornadoes of destruction.) But today I am feeling a whole new level of tired. I spent the day in the beastment, I mean basement. I do this every so often. I get all "I'm going to be super organized" and I decide that I am going to simplify our lives and declutter. A great idea in theory. Not so fantastic when I am actually doing the decluttering. It is, as I have already said, utterly exhausting. I am always amazed at the amount of...well, crap, that we have accumulated.
I have bins full of clothes, bags full of shoes, boxes full of toys, piles of "stuff" to go through. It is all important. It is so important that it has sat in the basement for months. The clothes are things that the older kids have grown out of and I am hanging on to for the little kids. Or things that other people have graciously given to us. Same goes for the shoes. I hate to get rid of things that I am sure we will need down the road. I think that it is the practical thing to do, responsible even. But there is a point when being prepared becomes overkill. I will admit to you that I had over 40 totes of clothing. Yep, 40! Seriously?!? And this is after I had already given my sister all of my (numerous!) maternity clothes and baby clothes. I know. I KNOW! I have a problem.( And that isn't even taking in consideration the many bins of shoes. ) Go ahead and judge me. I have it coming. But know that I am paying for it, with my blood, sweat and tears. (Ok, I didn't actually bleed, but I did sweat and I was very close to tears.) I have (so far) donated 9 garbage bags of clothing. I have 3 bags of clothing for my nephew, and 4 bags for my nieces. I have also thrown away a ton of junk. My 40 totes has dwindled to a mere 20. I know that is still a lot, but I cut it in half! Everything is sorted, labelled and stacked neatly. I even sorted our sheets by size and labelled them as well. Shoes have been arranged by size and gender ( Of the wearer, not of the shoe, just in case you were wondering). I was working on the "tool" section of the basement when I finally called it a day. The basement is a mess right now, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I must say that even though it has been a ton of work, it is rewarding. Or, at least, it will be when I am finished. There is something so liberating about throwing things away. I mean, come on. What were we going to do, hang on to all of those audio cassette tapes and VHS tapes? We don't even have anything to play them on now. Bye bye! Do we really need to have two cribs? I don't even have a uterus! No more babies here unless someone leaves one on my doorstep (which I would totally love, by the way!). Besides that, apparently one of our cribs is now illegal to use. It has a side that slides up and down and is now considered unsafe. So guess where that one went? Garbage pile! Bye bye! Brian's accounting text books from college...Bye bye! Isaac's (yes, I said Isaac's) potty chair...Bye bye! Adios to the junk! As for the other stuff, I hope that it will get to someone that needs it. We have been blessed, beyond blessed and nothing is better than sharing that with others. Besides that, I can almost see my basement again.
To make things even better, my sweet hubby brought home dinner. I called him at work and pitifully asked him to help me figure out what to make. After he realized the sad state of affairs here, he offered to pick something up on his way home. Even after I warned him that I smelled like the basement and was covered in dirt and cobwebs. He is a good, good man. Like I said, I am blessed beyond blessed. But I'm not sharing him, ladies. Find your own!