The last two or three weekends have been spent clearing out excess over here. I am pretty sure we can chalk it up to the nesting hormones because I'm usually not one to deep clean the whole place all at once. Brett and I are thankfully on the same wave length at the same time and are helping each other declutter hot spots, sort through our closets and get realistic about what we wear and how often, donate things I've been holding on to for years thinking I might get around to selling them again, and generally making our house feel more peaceful and much less cluttered as we prepare for a new family member to join us.
We've been in this home for two years this month and will be here for one more before Brett's time at Ft. Carson is up. Something about having the Christmas decorations up and feeling the long lasting effects of being too tired to keep up with the kind of housework that's necessary to not feel overtaken with toys and dirty laundry had me so unhappy with our space. I was talking myself down from the ledge of looking at other rental properties in town on a daily basis knowing the last thing we needed was to try and move on our own dime right before this baby was born. It was that bad, though, folks.
Finally, things just clicked and the overwhelmed feelings shifted to accepting I needed to start bagging stuff up and passing it along. It's been freeing and our home is feeling better and better each weekend. There is still more work to be done and possibly a visit from the Got Junk guys to haul off the two vintage couches that are too worn out for me to even feel good about setting out on the curb but we're making progress and I can feel myself enjoying our space again. Phew!
P.S. If anyone in Co Springs needs a vintage sheet fix, I dropped off three large trash bags at the ARC on Uintah on Friday. I bet they start hitting the floors soon.