I’ve wondered if this breakneck pace of purging might sabotage the overall effort. Getting rid of stuff every day, and blogging every day, could be a recipe for burn-out. I feel like that crazy exercise/eating disorder person at the gym that everyone feels sorry for (okay, me) who worries that if she doesn’t work out for one day, she’ll get fat. Now I worry that if I take a day off from purging/blogging, I’ll completely fall out of the habit and my closets will fill up with stupid shit over night. I should consider taking a day off, maybe Sunday, though not to get all biblical and stuff.
I don’t know. It just feels so good to get rid of stuff.
I cleared out a game shelf so I could make room for the tools that I am going to clear out of the junk drawer.
I pity the fool. FREE.
I mean it. No more torn jeans for the boys. Here’s a bag of bags (kill me now) and instructions for a Lego kit that has been scattered to the four winds.
I need to let this bottle cap basket go. $10. And the bottle (recycle).
These shell necklaces would be so great for a luau or a Tiki party. I’m gonna have to live with knowing that I may not have them in the event that should happen, which is probably never. FREE.
A ballbearing noise maker (like I need any more noise in my house) a Scrabble Jr. game (relax Zeb, we have another one, not like the boys play with it) and a stupid lunch box. FREE.
Jumbo puzzles. Great for little kids. FREE.
100-piece puzzles. FREE.
I can totally see myself having the kind of spare time when I’ll sit around and do a 500 piece puzzle. She said never. FREE.