1. If our little 1500 square foot story-and-a-half house has taught me anything, it is that I am unsentimental. We simply don't have room to keep every paper and piece of artwork that is created, every small sock, every hand-me-down-Christmas ornament. Not long after we moved, I realized that I ask myself about three questions for every item I own: Will I get the chance to have this again? Will I regret the money I will have to spend AGAIN if I throw/give this away? Will anyone even miss it? For most things - like the one-lost-one-broken earrings and colored lettering pages and thousand bread baggie ties, I can firmly get rid of it. There are things I hate getting rid of and choose to "pass on" instead of throw away (barely used beauty products, shoes and clothes, jewelry) mostly to assuage my guilt.
2. What I despite most are the little places that collect and collect and collect until one day I open the cabinet door and think HOLY SHAMOLEY what is happening in there..like in my makeup drawer and under every sink in the house. I found some awesome contact paper at TJ Maxx, loaded up on dollar store bins and set to work to straighten everything out. It's the little things that keep me sane.
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4. I've been knocking out seven or more hours of sleep every night. This is unusual for me because normally I clock between 4-5 hours; I spend more time with my eyes closed cataloging my closet or creating work plans or scheduling an agenda than I do dreaming. These last two weeks, though, we've been erranding and gyming and getting home late-ing. A flurry of dinner-bath-and-bed leaves me completely exhausted. B even questioned me the other morning if I needed vitamins or had I been taking sleeping pills. This pace is overwhelming and grad school isn't in full swing yet. I love being busy, but - sheesh - this is busy!
5. Our home is officially over being childproof. Mellow opened the KNIFE DRAWER yesterday to retrieve the can opener. KNIFE DRAWER. I nearly had a heart attack. Very few things still have kid-proof latches: knife drawer, under-the-sink household cleaners, makeup drawer, guest bedroom (more for the guest's safety than Mellow's). Last weekend, B decided to show Mellow how to UNLOCK THE HOUSE DOORS FROM THE INSIDE so he can help let the cat out. I though this was the worst idea known to mankind, until B started removing every ever-loving safety latch from the house. I nearly had a panic attack. I still need that net, I think, that foggy idea that something is safe from Mellow's inquiring little hands (like, guest changing clothes for example...and bleach).