What a lovely, end-of-summer-break weekend it has been! I know this because I have been looking at the sunshine and flowers out my windows as I sit inside for the third day in a row, caring for my sick little one. It's not so bad; she is feeling better now after spending Saturday vomiting and Sunday with a fever. Today she is perking up, fever is gone, and she is finally eating a little again. I am taking advantage of the 3-day "pajama day weekend" by catching up on housework and the endless loads of laundry. I am ready to get back to my usual schedule though and so is my daughter. Hopefully she will be back to 100% and ready for school tomorrow.
The decluttering is going very well. I'd really like to be able to put my hands on any item I am looking for within 15 minutes of trying to find it, instead of staring at heaps of boxes and thinking, "is it even really in here somewhere?" I have collected a lot of *things* over the 22 years since I first got married. I started my marriage bringing boxes of college-girl junk with me... textbooks, teddy bears, loads of cassette tapes featuring Twisted Sister, Weird Al Yankovich, Poison, and Bon Jovi as well as tape recordings my ex-boyfriend and I sent back and forth to each other when we were apart for a year (back in the dinosaur age before email). After 8 years of marriage my husband moved out and left an awful lot of stuff. I had loads of sad memories, wedding cake toppers and trinkets, things left by my stepkids, and all my ex's random junk. Years and years went by and I saved everything from my own four children including all their baby clothes, blankets, toys, books, drawings, Pokemon cards, Cub Scout badges, baseball mitts, and rock collections. Even the foster children I cared for left their mark with discarded toys, outgrown clothes, handmade gifts and reminders they were once mine. Every job I had left me with things like t-shirts, ID cards, and other work-related items that I saved. I remarried and the influx of *stuff* was astounding: I had decluttered once before, got about halfway done and then all the remaining space was taken up by moving truck loads of boxes from the new (somewhat of a hoarder) husband. A new baby added lots more *stuff*. Even the pets we have had over the years left reminders like their old tags and collars and chew toys that went into boxes in the garage. To me, all this *stuff* seemed like a collection of the days of my life... each bit a memory I was not willing or able to let go of.
I have been letting go, lately. Even things I thought I would save until the day I die no longer have such a hold on me. I think about what my kids would do with these items if I died. For most things, they'd have no idea if it was just a random junky trinket or something with special significance. They'd throw them away or send them to Goodwill. And the few items that are truly meaningful to me that I would want to hand down to them (and would be meaningful to them as adults if they knew the backstory) would get lost in the sea of junk. So, I am saving the things I really care about and planning to tell my kids about those things and why they are special. Other things, I am taking pictures of so I save the memory without cluttering up my space. And the rest can be sold or donated to someone else who will make good use of them. That, I think, is a healthy approach that will get me to my goal.
Dinner tonight is going to be taco salad again. It's a meal I really enjoy and is easy to make from leftovers. I use 5 ounces of cooked lean ground beef/turkey mixed, and put that over a salad of Romaine, garden tomatoes, and light salsa Ranch dressing. I am looking forward to it! No sugar, pasta, or bread is on the menu today.
That's it for now. Catch you later!
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