Throw it all away!
Tonight I watched two episodes of Tidying Up with Marie Kondo on Netflix. I came up to get ready for bed, and instead dumped a bunch of clothes and toys into a donate pile, and some in the trash. This, of course, doesn’t follow the KonMari method at all. But sometimes you just need to start. You just need to feel like you are chipping away at the iceberg.
My house has far too much clutter in it. As a foster parent, I’ve been able to justify pruning back toys, because you never know what age or interest of child you’ll end up with. Well, when my 10 year old moved in, she had a TON of stuff. And no interest in Qapla’s stuff. But... is she the last? Is this our family? Can I really get rid of all the toys and clothes that are too little for Qapla? Or should I keep them... just in case?
Of course, that doesn’t explain why I threw out probably 3 dozen socks I don’t wear or don’t like. And it doesn’t explain why I was keeping work out tops that don’t fit anymore. But... it does feel like a pretty good excuse.
So now I want to tidy. I want my stuff to spark joy. And until it does, I want to unceremoniously toss it, because I don’t have time to bow and thank every thing I’m letting go of. Sorry Marie.
I also want to work with Aloha on her room. I went to read with her before bed, and her room is a mess. I really think that it’s because her stuff isn’t organized, so when she puts it away, she shoves it in a bin, rather that things actually having a home. Maybe I can carve out 2 hours each weekend to sit and work with her? If I leave her to her own devices I know it won’t get done. I say this of course on a Sunday night, anything could happen by the time we get to next weekend. (And it is literally anything, we have a court date this week for her).
Tomorrow is my first day back at work after 2 weeks off. I’m both looking forward to it, and dreading the treadmill of trying to squeeze in everything in life into a structured workweek. Both at work, and at home.
My house has far too much clutter in it. As a foster parent, I’ve been able to justify pruning back toys, because you never know what age or interest of child you’ll end up with. Well, when my 10 year old moved in, she had a TON of stuff. And no interest in Qapla’s stuff. But... is she the last? Is this our family? Can I really get rid of all the toys and clothes that are too little for Qapla? Or should I keep them... just in case?
Of course, that doesn’t explain why I threw out probably 3 dozen socks I don’t wear or don’t like. And it doesn’t explain why I was keeping work out tops that don’t fit anymore. But... it does feel like a pretty good excuse.
So now I want to tidy. I want my stuff to spark joy. And until it does, I want to unceremoniously toss it, because I don’t have time to bow and thank every thing I’m letting go of. Sorry Marie.
I also want to work with Aloha on her room. I went to read with her before bed, and her room is a mess. I really think that it’s because her stuff isn’t organized, so when she puts it away, she shoves it in a bin, rather that things actually having a home. Maybe I can carve out 2 hours each weekend to sit and work with her? If I leave her to her own devices I know it won’t get done. I say this of course on a Sunday night, anything could happen by the time we get to next weekend. (And it is literally anything, we have a court date this week for her).
Tomorrow is my first day back at work after 2 weeks off. I’m both looking forward to it, and dreading the treadmill of trying to squeeze in everything in life into a structured workweek. Both at work, and at home.
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