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June

This summer I have decided to do some goals for our house and family. Most summers I have goals, but like the New Year resolutions, I rarely get half of them done. This summer I plan to get there. After deep cleaning my living room, I fully understand how much clutter holds us back. My mother’s journey from a two-bedroom duplex to a one bedroom duplex gave me some clutter. Her journey from there to assisted living gave me even more. The last journey from assisted living to a nursing home resulted in my home running over. With five people living in 1400 square feet on our best day, we are easily crowded. Then add to it Hubby is a collector of junk makes it tougher. That along with the emotional baggage my mother gave me it is enough for me not to take a breath sometimes. I am not talking about our relationship although one day I could write a book. I am speaking of her insistence for me to take things that I did not want and do not want. I felt guilty not taking it, guiltier still having it, and even more guilty for not wanting it while having it.

This transition will happen to all children at some point, and depending on your relationship and ability to handle; it determines how much it will clutter your life. The most ironic part of this journey is my mother rarely allowed any snippet of clutter in her own life. My whole life my mother’s house was neat, and sparingly decorated. I don’t know if I ever saw four items on any table. I do know her house was easy to dust, because she kept so little. How I ended up with all of her stuff I still wonder about. Why did she feel the need to overload my home? Hey, I can’t answer the questions only ask them!

What I can write about is what this process has taught me about my future. Less material goods is better for me. My life has to be about people, and things I love to do not things I love to look at. See one day later not sooner I hope my kids will have to let my stuff go, and I pray that I will be gracious enough to want to share my things with people that need it and want it no matter what the price. I feel today that I would rather give away clothes than try to sell them at a garage sale. Easy come easy go, that is what I try to do. God has blessed me with people that give my kids beautiful clothes but I don’t keep even the majority of them. It would not be good for the kids or me. Each season we go through and give away what does not fit or will not fit. Through the years, though I somehow have gotten more clothes, or I missed a few bags. So this summer we are getting down to basic items. Each room will be cleaned out of clothing, toys and knick-knacks so that my housekeeping will be easier and we will greater appreciate what we have.

Only when my house is uncluttered can I feel the pure joy I so long for.

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Teenager hate to Shop

May

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W hates shopping, when I say hate I mean it. As a little baby he would not like being in the store. Dunk as a baby loved the stores, I could spend hours in Wal-Mart. He was a wonderful shopping baby, W was not. He would chew on the meat if you were not careful. At one point he was fussy so I gave him some cheese, he ate right through the package. The checker thought a rat had eaten on our cheese. Yes, W hates shopping.

I knew he needed clothes for graduation. It was time we bought the stuff for graduation and he could then use it for FFA next year. They wear simple things black pants, white shirt and a FFA tie. The tie is furnished by the school. Every year I scramble to find black pants and white shirts in October. Black shoes are also required. With Dunk we used black Justin boots, but I know now that W’s feet will grow too fast to wear them. I bought some cheap shoes at Wal-Mart to get through graduation and any FFA event. W can groan and moan, and then run away from me in the store. I know he is fourteen but shopping brings out the three year old in him. Thankfully, every time he started to really irritate me Daddy would show up. W truly has no choice when it comes to Daddy. He is a take no prisoners kind of dad, and at fourteen they tend to listen. We now know at seventeen they don’t so much! So as I am saying “W you are not going to make through your senior year” Daddy shows up. W gets serious and tries on shoes, before that every pair were gay. I am unclear how so many things in our world can be so gay, but there is a long list of gay things my sons don’t like. Not gay people gay objects, I have assumed that gay objects mean uncool. After all, it is gay for me to ask what they mean!

W ended up with a nice white shirt, black pants, black shoes and the coolest tie I have ever seen. Dunk had told me about these zipper ties, and I was so confused when he told me about them. You use them instead of tied ties or clip ons. They have a zipper that comes down and makes room for your neck. They are so much fun, Dunk took W’s away from me today. He said I shouldn’t play with it. Dunk can be such a bossy kid at times. I have a link on the title; they should be played with and bought often. They truly look like ties and yet there is a hidden zipper!

When I first looked for W some shoes they were $80 to $100, but I spent 26.42 for his. For what he uses them for it is a perfect match. We don’t spend a lot of money on something rarely used. After we got home W wore his shoes all night long. That is what chaps my butt; he hates to shop but doesn’t mind wearing the clothes. Since he was born that way, I highly doubt he will change. God help his future wife, I pray for her each day.

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