You’ll remember I talked about de-cluttering, and I have been de-cluttering my little heart out ever since. I can’t walk through my hallway now without pausing at Jake’s doorway to gaze. I didn’t realize the poor child was sleeping in a STORAGE CLOSET, but he so was. And now he’s sleeping in a room.
It feels so good to clean, to sort, and to let go. And I can already feel life filling in the spaces just like I hoped it would. The problem is, I’m not done. I’m right in the throes of it. Old t-shirts, baby clothes I can barely stand to part with, baby socks, baby sleepers, things I remember putting on my boys over and over, thinking I’d be velcroing diapers and snapping onesies the rest of my known existence and now they’re tying their own shoes for goodness’ sake and throwing touchdown passes in their fifth grade football games (oh did I not mention? FOR REAL). And that’s why I haven’t blogged much since my last.
I’ll be done soon though. I’ll stop crying over baby clothes and get back to that pesky writing hobby I sometimes tackle on the side. And then I’ll have a lot more things to say.