This morning I knocked a full glass jar of molasses onto the cement basement floor. It landed in the tiny space between the upright freezer and the giant shelf unit, so I had to try to scoop molasses (which is not as slow as it tries to pretend, but to be fair this isn't January) and broken glass out from the 1-inch gap under heavy objects. I mostly succeeded with the shelf unit, but Paul will have to move the freezer so I can get the rest of that part of the puddle before the ants find it. I'm sure there's a live-on-the-scene ant report interrupting their regularly-scheduled ant broadcast even as I speak.
It's been a week since our Yard
I feel okay about the low-profit, though, because (1) we got rid of the stuff, which was the main goal here, and (2) I made a lot of decisions that, a week into it, appear to be happy decisions, and (3) my brother distracted me with the whole impending-aunthood thing. I'll list the happy decisions for those of you who enjoy clutter-removal discussions; the rest of you can go on with your day. Watch out for the molasses.
Happy decision the first: I REDUCED certain collections of toys instead of making everything pass/fail. That is, instead of saying as I usually do, "We can't get rid of our blocks or our play food! Blocks and play food are CLASSIC! And we PLAY with those," I got rid of about half of each set. I got rid of the less-popular play foods (eggplant, whole turkey) and I got rid of the little square number blocks no one ever makes buildings with. We now have manageable sets of both items and so they're more appealing to play with.
Happy decision the second: I went through the boxes in the basement marked "Fragile Pretty Stuff." There were some hard decisions in those boxes: the beautiful stained glass items I paid a co-worker to make for me; the carnival glass I used to collect but now don't; a few old pretty things from my ex-husband's grandmother. But I don't feel sad to have it gone. I did keep a few miscellaneous pieces of china, adding them to our current hodgepodge of dishes. I'd been afraid of breaking them, but when the choice was "use them or get rid of them" I've been happier risking it.
I got rid of the unopened-in-box extension I bought for our play yard: I thought we'd need it, but that is because I am poor with visualization and didn't realize the playpen would take up half our living room even without the extra panels. Then I didn't want to get rid of it because it was new! unopened! and who would want just the extension panels? But I'm glad it's gone: that was a lot of basement space.
I got rid of all our tablecloths. The idea of tablecloths appeals to me. They were easy and fun to find on clearance. I'd thought we'd use them. But we don't.
I got rid of most of our seasonal decor (not the holiday stuff---I mean things like autumnal wall swags). I'd thought for sure I was someone who would put up seasonal touches. But it turns out: no.
I got rid of an expensive United States puzzle that's no fun to put together---which is why we still had all the pieces, even the tiny ones like Rhode Island.
I got rid of our video tapes. Not the kids' video tapes, but, like, the Simpsons ones we bought and have since replaced with DVDs. Stupid progressing technology.
I changed my mind and KEPT our giant set of GeoTrax. It gets a second chance: now that we have a large clear floor area in the playroom, maybe we'll play with it. If not, there will be future opportunities to get rid of it.
One of the toughest things to let go of was the last of my chocolate-molding stuff. I originally had two large moving boxes full of it, and the last time I did a big clutter-purge I got rid of all but my dozen or so favorite molds and a shoebox of things like lollipop sticks and pretty wrappers. This time I got rid of the rest of it: I haven't molded chocolates for...ten years? And if I go back to it, chocolate molds are fun to buy. But I went back and forth on it, bringing them back inside twice before finally letting them go.
There! Done talking about clutter for today!