There's space. I have space!
May 26, 2011 at 6:36 PM Damn y'all. I am tired! Day 1 of cleaning. I just took my second shower. First was when I woke up, but I was schvetty and stunk so I needed another. This summer is going to be bitch-hot if today's weather was any indication. And it's not like we were outside much. Trips to the dumpster, and trips to and from the car. Yuck. I put the AC on pretty high in my house. (Actually, I need to turn it back to normal, sedentary temperatures.)
It was easier than I thought it would be. I only cried once and it was because I was going through a box of old letters. My mom didn't even know my father had written me letters in college! (To be fair, I'm nearly sure he wrote them from work.) We got through the main part of the living room (which is enormous and the worst area by far) and took several trips to the dumpster--a big ottoman that left a huge hole of space like whoa. Tons of bags of this and that. Papers. Stupid stuff. I consolidated bins. We consolidated tool boxes into one big box; I kinda feel like I should scratch my balls when I see my tool box, it's that big. My baker's rack is clean with space to spare. My dresser in the living room (which is basically my "entertainment center") has a giant space where nothing is on it. (Whaaaaaaaaat???) There's room to walk around. There's room to sit. The table where I sit isn't scary anymore. It's overwhelming when I see it. I don't really have the words. I'm hoping they come eventually.
Tomorrow we'll hit the wet bar area which makes it sound fancier than it is. There's a sink, yes, but it's rarely used and I keep most of my art books and stuff there. It's mostly sorting and shelving. My front closet is cleaned out. We got a small storage unit up the street for stuff I can sell just to get it OUT of the house. I have it for six months. If it isn't sold in six months, it's gone.
My brain is active right now--just kinda taking it all in. My body is tired, but clean at least. It's a very ...uplifting feeling. I feel lighter. I'm sure that's odd, but I do. I can see the progress. It can be done.
Also, as if this even needed saying, Mama Pants is fucking amazing.
clean, in a good way, mama pants, overwhelmed
Reader Comments (6)
Thank you Darling Dotter. I feel the same about you.
Okay, as a recovering *keeper-of-too-many-things,* this nearly made me cry. I KNOW how it feels to push through all that physical and emotional shit. I am not yet finished unpacking everything that I brought back from Houston, and I continue to purge as I carefully choose what things DESERVE to live with me. You go Pants and Mamma Pants!
I can feel your relief through your words. AND because I need that sort of help myself. Way to go Mama Pants and Dotter Pants. Inspiring, yo!
I'm so happy that you guys are working through this all together! Aren't moms awesome? I think they are. :D
Like syd said, you seem SO relieved. I can imagine how great it must feel. I hope that feeling stays with you for a long while...
you are both amazing. I knew you could do it. :)
Mama Pants is awesome.
Me, I throw everything out. I can't do the hoarding, I never could. But something in this post really made me feel so shockingly (and not patronisingly) proud of you, babes.