I just want to get rid of stuff. All my stuff. OK, not all my stuff, but definitely the stuff that I don't need, which is probably a lot of stuff.
First, you have to understand that I don't do this. I don't voluntarily clean or purge or do anything of the sort. I'm usually forced into these things by a husband who hates clutter. But this time, it's of my own volition. I don't get it. It's like there's something wrong with me.
I've been thinking lately about how much I have. I often think, "I need a bigger house!" No, maybe I just need less stuff in the house I've got. I like my house. It's cozy and nicely decorated. Some people don't even have a house, so why would I complain about this perfectly fine house that I have? Boo to me for being wanty.
So that's it. Everything goes. Things I haven't looked at in at least two years will be out of here. Even the cookbooks, which is a sad, sad thing, but there are some I just don't use. Maybe someone else will get some use out of them. Toys that Reid doesn't play with. Toys that I don't play with. All the magazines I've saved for no reason. Gone.
I think this means I need to have a garage sale. I've never had one before. Should be interesting. If I get right on it, perhaps even this Saturday! I'd better get a move on. I'm going. Right now. This minute. Here I go!
*sigh* Maybe just a little dawdling first...