I am still purging my life of clutter, there are days I would swear that my clutter has been busy without me. My mom’s storage shed will be closed this weekend, which means I will get more clutter by Sunday.
She needs long distance more than storage. Back to my purging, for me it is freeing. I feel lighter easier to breathe. It is like coming out of a wonderful shower. God was watching over me when my Bunn kicked the bucket. That allowed me to use her old coffee pot, and allow me to throw out the Bunn that was refusing to turn on. No longer will any item park in my house when another working one comes in. I am done with that scenario. As I type this, a lot of my frustration is not with me but with Hubby. He has attachments to things, which defy logic, and our sense of space. There are two places those things can go either to the trash or ebay. No ifs ands or buts. I have had IT! This sweet sassy wife is about to get rid of everything not nailed down, and that means his stuff to. I don’t care if he doesn’t want to or not, we need the cash and space.
I put away the china that Hubby bought me that I actually wanted, the rest is about to fly out the window one way or another. It is not china actually I think it is milk glass with gold rims. I just wanted a few pretty pieces to serve cake, and dessert. My taste is unusual but Hubby does hit it every so often. My goal is to use what I like sometimes, and sell everything else. I don’t need stuff I truly don’t love. The less I own the better I feel. It translates for more time for me to enjoy my family.
Tomorrow Gator will play football without me, for the first time in our life. I will miss every down, it is something I look forward to. Gator is aggressive, and I just want to be at every down. Hubby will make the trip, and Gator will be thrilled Dad is there. The mom in me is sad about it. Just no way for me to be three hours closer when I have so much to do to get Dunk settled.
As you read this, I am on the road again, with Sconicle in tow. Dunk will be settled, and Gator getting ready to play. Life is good!
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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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