So, when you decide to move, you quickly realize how much crap you have. How does this happen? My nature, my natural instinct is to hate and repel clutter and random bits and pieces that don't serve a purpose yet here I am cleaning out cupboards and drawers and baskets and shelves and clearing out the CRAP. Three-quarters of our worldly possessions are now at the Salvation Army. Many of these worldly possessions include the girls' precious items. And by precious items I mean CRAP. If I had tried to get rid of this stuff when they were home there would of have been Greek tragedy of sorts composed right there on the spot. Everything is special, nothing can be thrown out, yadda yadda yadda. Where do these little mini hoarder instincts come from? Even an old container of bubble gum bubble bath that proved to cause mysterious rashes on the girls after bathing in it was deemed too special to throw out (I know, I know, why didn't I throw it out myself after the mystery hives appeared? I have my own issues I suppose). A bottle of dried up nail polish could not be tossed - Edie claimed she could resuscitate it with some *magical fairy water*.
To make a long story short, after a visit to my parents house, the mystery of the girls tendency to amass and store their riches was at least partially solved. It's in their DNA . When looking for some Tums in my mom and dad's medicine cabinet, look what I found:
I'm pretty sure this can be tossed now.
3 comments:
Ugh, me too. I consider myself the opposite of pack rat, and yet I let the kids collect all kinds of scraps of paper and dollar store crap - and my own kitchen is overflowing with gadgets. When the kids start school, it's clean out time...maybe I need to move for extra motivation!
I am pretty sentimental about stuff, particularly items from my childhood. Everything else though can go to Salvation Army or Value Village!
Just how old is that Jack and Jill rub anyways?
DO NOT TOSS THAT. Jeez, I thought you worked in the museum world. What is WRONG with you?
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