How I spent my Friday
Anymore the kids are sick and the belly buddy is getting to me. Fatigue, sickness, you name it, they cramp my style. I am unmotivated to work out, I’m depressed about my surroundings (like how they’re messy and cluttery), you name it, it needs some help. Anyhow, I’ve decided to tackle at least one big thing a week. Friday it was our closet. Yesterday, it was our taxes. Tomorrow, hopefully, it will be taking things to Goodwill. See, after I did our taxes and spent the real amount of time that it takes to do the deductions, I was made aware of the beauty of giving to Goodwill. I have 3.5 boxes full of winter time maternity clothes that I will not need with this new baby. Provided that everything goes well and looks good with this baby (I have an appointment on Thursday) I will unload these clothes. Realistically, when will I need them again? If EVER, it would be way down the road. And I’ll want new things. So they’ve gotta go. So I can make room for the shorts and tank tops you wear when you’re pregnant in August. None of which I already own. Pregnancy 3, and a brand new round of dumping tons of money on new clothes. So it goes.
I have begun to worry a tad that I am at 12 weeks and don’t have a belly. All of the chicks on my pregnancy forums are talking about outgrowing their clothes and needing Bella bands and maternity clothes, you name it. Their belly pictures are cute and sort of rotund. Mine is none of the above. Possibly this is good — to spare me from yet another month of being large and uncomfortable. But it’s scary to think that the main indicator I have at this point to know for sure the baby is growing is to see ME growing as well. I’m sure I will, in time. Right now, I just feel fat and dumpy and sick and unattractive. And angry that I’m just going to get fatter. But happy about the baby, to be sure.
So I cleaned out our closet. B helped to go through his things, but I dug deep. I’m sick of living with so much. I feel like I’m turning into my mom who keeps it all — she couldn’t wait for us to leave so she could spill over her clothes into our closets when my brother and I both went away to college. Ridiculous. She and her sisters complain that my grandmother would “get rid of” things that were perfectly good and they still liked. BUT WHEN YOU HAVE SIX KIDS you get rid of stuff. Because stuff doesn’t define you.
I cleaned the baseboards, added a rug, dusted down all the organizers and ruthlessly got rid of clothes. It was time. I also made room for the handful of maternity items I just *might* get some use from this go round. At least they’ll work until April. Should I need them before then…
Here’s what it looks like now.
and…
and here’s what we are getting rid of…
It’s sad, really, to think I let it go that far. And to look at the closet and know I could still get rid of about 30% of my things and still live a wonderful and fulfilled life. Someone to convince me that it’s quality over quantity.
Next: counters and new blinds.
