I have stuff. Much stuff. Too much stuff. When I moved in to this house I insisted that it was not too small but that it would require agressive stuff management. I have not been agressive enough.
I am declaring one of my semi-regular "forty bags in forty days" initiatives in which I attempt to get stuff out of the house (instead of just packing it up in unlabled containers that I will donate some later time and then forgettin what they are and mixing them together with stuff we plan to keep. ACK.)
Keeping this short becuase it is too late to post and I am behind on homework and I feel guilty that my living room is a mess and my kitchen needs cleaning (but my bedroom and the bathroom are still quite decent, so kudos on that.)
Grateful Crap: laughing really hard with a friend. This counts as anaerobic exercise becuase we could not breathe.
took meds in the morning
went to the y (swimming lessons with 2yo)
saw a friend and laughed until we cried
Quaker, teacher, parent,