Yes, I'm blogging while I should be cleaning...but I'm waiting for my "helper" [above] to go for a walk with Grandma. ...it started out simple enough; one of our cabinets (Oh, who am I kidding? I have three kids and am away from the house 4-5 days per week.
Most. if not all, of our cabinets) have fallen into disarray and need to be purged. We've reached crisis level since this particular cabinet contains sippy cups and lids and not being able to find a matching set when Megan is in dire need of a cup of milk is not fun for anyone involved.
So, I parked my princess on her Dora throne in the eat-in area of the kitchen, handed her some french toast (I do love my MIL!), and went to work. Some how I still had two bottles, two manual breast pumps and accessories, and two binkies in there!
Mind you, we haven't used a bottle in 3 months, a pump in about 6 months and binkies in nearly a year. Yeah. This was
over due. Prep bowls that I don't ever use; I have an aversion to doing more dishes than absolutely necessary. The martini shaker that both leaks and gets too cold to touch (it's stainless steel...pretty, but not practical...I like my functional, $1 plastic one better). Cheese/dip spreaders that are more than 5 years old at this point and still brand new in the package. Christmas plates and Thanksgiving salt and pepper shakers that should have been packed away with rest of the seasonal stuff.
And then the conundrum... the set of four Christmas drinking glasses that have never been used in the 3+ years that I've had them. Do I pack them or rehome them? They came from my grandmother...who I'm no longer speaking to. They were picked out by my mother...whom I am barely speaking to at this point. Of course, my brain didn't take the dogma into consideration at first glance. For a good five minutes, I agonized over it. These people, who generally forget that I'm alive until they need something from me, cared enough to pick these out for me out of a clearance bin in Sears! (No, really, the box that they came in still had the clearance sticker on it.
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Yeah. I know. I just snarked my coffee through my nose, too. (A shame really, since it's yummy, yummy coffee... <3 the MiL!) They're being rehomed. But at first? I really had to think about it. Which shocks me a bit... I consider myself to be pretty sensible in general. Why would I even have to think twice about this?!
So now I'm wondering...am I the only one that hangs on to such silly things for far longer than she should?
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I throw away crap that gets in my way. Whether I need it or not. lol. Unless it's too expensive. The only thing I keep around are things that I'll need in the future, like bottles. And truthfully those are getting on my nerves and I want to throw them out. But I don't want to have to buy new ones.
You again?? LOL, I love it when I can stalk you on the frontpage.
Many times we hang on to things because of sentimental reasons until we (I mean myself) find a rattle or a toy that belongs to a now 20 year old young woman.
Oh heck no I am so sentimental it is rediculous. I dont keep pointless stuff like used food containers and such LOL (I laugh but my mother does...she washes them and reuses them...) but I keep the things that are important to me or my children...like the first pacifier or something like that. My husband on the otherhand would throw anything and everything out if he could.
I'm a packrat but I try to purge once a year. But my kids will usually take things off my hands they need in their homes. Then they'll say 'What ya got this junk for? Can I have it?'
I tend to throw things away...eventually. I call it binging and purging. I hold on to things get aggregated by the mess and then throw everything out. When I say everything I mean everything. I just pick it up, put it in the trash and take it out. My husband is finally catching on to it and cleaning up his packrat act. He's had to dumpster dive a few too many times.
I keep so much stuff. We have so many random odds and ends that I keep just because they have some sort of past value to me. I can only imagine what's going to happen when we get our house. All these things that I have packed away because there's no room for them will get to breathe again. This house will be full of nick-knacks, ceramics, and, as soon as possible, anything my grandmother left for me.
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ecause many of us believe that life on earth is everything.There is no "beyond".We have lost the concept of Heaven.And therefore we cling to the ground, forgetting the spiritual.
Nah, its pretty normal. Everyone has at least one thing they've wanted to hang onto. I'm very bad about that, actually. Anything that belonged to my grandfather or grandmother, I end up wanting to keep. Anything they gave me, I agonize about giving away. Memories of people you love or loved, memories of good times that are not going to ever happen again, things like this are what often strike us as important to keep mementos of. Even if the people they remind us of are no longer with us, or we no longer speak to either because of lost connections or situations or disagreements or whatever.
There is a person I haven't been friends with for years, not since probably the summer before the 7th grade, and it took until I was almost 21 to get rid of some of the things I had left over from that friendship. Even though it hadn't been a painful memory since I was probably 16 at most. Ironically, I still remember her old phone number, both of her old addresses, and her birthday. :p We just knew each other that long!