There is a reason that opposites attract. Spouse and I are alike in many ways, but the ways in which we are different are super-helpful. So that when I dive head-first into my next project I have some kind of life-line to pull me back to reality. (For instance, rescuing some hastily-pruned books from the to-go pile this afternoon.)
I have been reading a book on minimalist living right before I go to sleep and it has had a great impact on the ferociousness with which I attack my "stuff" as I declutter. I don't feel the need to hang on to everything that is "nice." Because someone else will think it is nice and i am not using it. And it is much nicer to have S P A C E.
Right. So I agressively tackled my bedroom and replaced my ragged quilt and mismatched curtains. Trip to the Goodwill netted me things that I enjoy seeing in my room. So now I make the bed. And I draw the curtains open. And I make sure that the floor is clear. Because I like my room. Where I didn't before.
And because it is now a nice place to be, I took out my sewing machine (for the first time in almost a year!) and hemmed up the curtains, made a shorter curtain to use when the window air-conditioner is in (from the waste material) and a matching throw-pillow cover to toss on the bed.
I have also enlisted the help of the children to engage in a "ten-minute clean" every day. It can be in a different spot. I don't even care where it is. It just needs to be 10 minutes of solid cleaning. Also started talking with them about the importance of getting things OUT that are just taking up space. Becuase they also would like to have a cleaner, leaner space.
In my anti-clutter kick I remember part of my birthday-party-aversion... lack of control over the STUFF that comes in to my house. I am such a crabby old lady. I have been an old lady since I was ten or so. It is only recently that I have become crabby. Maybe just since having children. Nice.
I am feeling much better overall today. Seeing my students doing so well at their presentations at college helped. So did coming home to less disaster than I have typically had. There is light at the end of the tunnel. Previously, I couldn't even see the tunnel. Too much stuff.
My behavioral psych nurse practitioner has had to cancel on me twice now. Which is unfortunate, since my appointment was meant to be around the same time that I came down with a sudden case of the sads.
me: are you okay?
3yo: No. The cells in my body, maybe in my stomach pushed something out from my mouth. Maybe it was fulky. I think it was the red blood cells or somethin'. They pushed it out like this. [exhales]
me: What is "fulky?"
3yo: Oh, that's another word for throw-up
ate fruits and veggies
almost had enough water (I will go take care of that)
Quaker, teacher, parent,