So long to the little

When the clock stuck midnight on January 1st an itch set in.

I needed to de-crapify this house.

If I invited you into my closet you would notice something. Despite my incessant shopping posts, I actually do not have a lot of clothes. I am a relentless purger. Before the girls were born one might have gone so far as to notice that I had not one sentimental bone in my body (well except for the wedding dress, she stays). Every other piece... If I had not worn it during that season of that year, bye bye.

So what happens to a religious purger lacking time? The desire, no the need....it brews...until I cannot take it any longer.

Then I go on a rampage.

This is what happened last week. It started with Alice and Isla's closet and snowballed to almost every other room in this house.

Packing away their things was not as difficult as I had anticipated. Yes I did randomly hold up a piece of clothing and go...oh god they were so little, a few too many times but there were no tears. Had I tried to pack up any of their things a year ago, there would have been a flood of tears. Maybe it's because I am telling myself that it isn't over, that there is a chance there could one day be another baby. I know we will get our annual bill any day now. The one that keeps our one frozen embryo frozen. We will pay it and that is all I am willing to think about right now.

Of course purging leads to another kind of itch....the decorating kind...I am suppressing that one for now and trading it in for book writing, because the one resolution I have for this year is to get that novel written.

Happy Wednesday!

 

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