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.
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?