Friday, August 28, 2015

What's with all the clutter?

So I wouldn’t say I necessarily buy into any particular trend of getting rid of clutter (cough-KonMari-cough) but also I don’t have the brain power to care about reading those books and having some sort of aha! Moment. You do? Excellent. I mostly glean what I know off my friends who do, and I figure the basics of all the methods is “you don’t need the majority of what you have. Keep what you actually use/like/”brings you joy” and get rid of the rest.” I find that what inspires me to get rid of things is when Ashley blogs about decluttering and I think “hey, I should empty out [pretty much anything]”. A couple months ago it was my nightstand. C came in and said “we should send a picture of this to IKEA to show them how much this thing can hold. It’s impressive.” 


Last month it was the spice cabinet (which I didn’t get rid of a lot because I do a lot of cooking, but I did a lot of organizing, which felt good). 


I also got some bins for the pantry for snacks for the kids because I have never been good at handing off the reins to them to get their own snacks. That felt good. Two days ago this was my project:
  




We have this little antique desk and we never clean it out. Even when we’ve moved, we just haul the whole thing from one place to another. I didn’t take a before photo, but this is all the stuff I took out of it. Part of my decluttering is just acknowledging that we have a lot of crap that has built up and the easiest way for my sanity is to get rid of it all and start anew. 


So I got rid of this box of crayons and other writing implements which were in every drawer and everywhere, and bought one new large box of crayons. I saved one set of colored pencils, one set of markers an a handful of pencils that I confirmed sharpened well and then I donated everything else to a friend’s church for the kids. I now have one drawer of batteries (we go through a lot). I have the coloring implements on the desktop so they stay clean instead of a jumbled mess. Otherwise – empty.

It’s lovely.





Future projects:
-          the linen closet. I do this all the time and it’s a disaster two weeks later. I need to be ruthless.
-          The office closet – we haven’t opened this closet in seven years. It’s … not good.
-          A good scrubbing of the refrigerator. I am the only one who cleans it out and I don’t usually give myself time to clean it well. There are a lot of jars of sauces that need to be trashed.
-          Under the bathroom sinks. It’s … I don’t need most of that crap.
-          The pots/pans/Tupperware. I ordered a new set of Tupperware and I’m getting rid of all the old stuff. All. Gone.
-          The box of school papers from S’s first grade year and Henry’s VPK. I generally keep everything for the year and then at the end sort it and pick a few items and the rest of it goes in the recycling. A new school year means I need to get rid of the last year’s stuff. Also, I probably need two boxes now. Ugh.


I think that’s a good start. I was pretty ruthless with the kids’ toys before Christmas this last year and between that and the post-Christmas redo of their room I got rid of a LOT of stuff. Unfortunately it will probably need to be done again before Christmas this year.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

First day

The first day of school was yesterday. H had been dreading this day for years. I remember when Spencer happily started school, we talked to Henry about how exciting it would be that he would be next … and he cried. This refrain of tears has been known well to us and this last year has had my stomach tied up in knots while I worried about how he’d take it.

He did get better recently with his reaction. Small tears, a heartbreaking tiny voice saying he didn’t want to go, but no clinging and outright sobs. He went to VPK over the summer and that first few fraught days of mild hysteria, he genuinely enjoyed being there. He never wanted to go, but he was resigned to it and babbled happily when I picked him up about his day.

I didn’t get many pictures. Here are the two, actually. 



Spencer went off with C excited for second grade and I brought Henry to his class, which we had been to the week before. He had met his teacher then and she knew of his shyness and that he was not good with change. I tried to unpack his supplies and get him comfortable but he just kept crying into his sleeve and I had to leave. For his sake, I had to leave. I didn’t have time to feel any sadness about my baby starting kindergarten. I just worried all day until I could pick them up and see what the day held.



And it was an excellent day for both.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Hello, is it me you’re looking for?

In the last few weeks I’ve realized how much I’ve missed this space. I’ve gotten more into twitter after being post-blowup jaded and sensitive around the beginning of the year. I’ve gotten more into my corner of the internet which is populated with such amazing people (albeit some slightly different from my previous corner). Things happen and I think, “I should blog about that!” but then I also think, “crap, that means I would have to resurrect the thing. Should I touch on everything that has happened this year?”
  

So I’m back. But no, I’m not going to touch on everything that’s happened. I may ultimately blog about this that happened or that. Nothing much has changed in my life, we just keep on keepin’ on. Family is good, friends are good. Work is good. I got Francine:



Who loves my husband best of all.