Oh, you guys, thank you so much for all the kind words and hearty congrats. I’ve been so sick this time, that seeing all that NICE in one place is really helpful.
It’s funny– I thought that once I was FINALLY able to write about it, I’d have so much to say… I had been furiously composing pregnancy-related posts in my heads for WEEKS, after all. And I do– oh, ho, ho, trust me I DO– have lots to say about it all. But for some reason, I simply am not in the mood to write about that right now.
That’s the thing about pregnancy– the moment you find out EVERYTHING CHANGES. EVERYTHING. It’s weird to walk around the world having the new knowledge that there a wee little person starting inside of you. It seems like it should be OBVIOUS to everyone that sees you, or that everyone you meet should KNOW of this news. And yet…. And yet at the same time, nothing changes. The kids still need to get to school on time, and you still need to volunteer there on Mondays, even if you barf in the school bathroom. And meals still need to be made, and groceries purchased, and laundry put through the machines. All the minutia remains.
And speaking of laundry, we haven’t done any around here for, um, well, it seems to be upwards of TWO WEEKS. I’m not sure our laundry has ever been this backlogged. I’m a once-a-week girl, with the occasional “oops it’s been 10 days” situation. But five people and two+ weeks… it’s A GREAT DEAL of dirty clothes. Trust.
It turns out, however, that the PERFECT PROJECT for when you have that much dirty laundry is cleaning out your dressers and closets. Yes, this is true, and it’s a tip I’m sharing with you today so you too can try it. See, the clothes that are in the dirty laundry pile are obviously clothes you wear, right? So there are many fewer clothes left in your drawers and closet to sort through. David and I tackled this project yesterday (it was blizzarding; perfect day for it!), and you guys, I CANNOT BELIEVE how much stuff we got rid of. Final count was up to 4 large black garbage bags (one of which was garbage, the other 3 were for donation) and 3 standard size plastic bins. One of those bins is clothes of mine that don’t fit anymore (thank you baby belly) so they’re going to the attic, but the rest is all stuff that is leaving this house and not coming back.
I look at all those bins and bags stacked together, and I am astounded that it ALL FIT in our room, in our smallish closet. Amazing.
One of the hazards of not moving very often is that you accumulate too much stuff. We’ve lived in this house almost 6 years, and apparently in that time we haven’t done a deep thorough purging of our clothes. My sister says that the mandatory treatment hoarders is to make them move every year; they won’t move all that shit with them, and they’ll be cured! After this weekend’s experience, I really think she’s onto something.
Getting rid of stuff is such an awesome feeling. Now I want to get rid of MORE MORE MORE. I’ve got my eye on Marin’s room next…