Thank you all for your comments on my last post about blogging. I loved reading everybody's thoughts on blogging, what you think about "types". I also loved "meeting" so many of you who had never commented before but been reading for awhile. Thanks for reading and your sweet comments!
I didn't realize I had so many new readers since Eli was born, yet I've been blogging for four years. I need to do an "about me" post to catch up my new friends. Although I'm such an open book I'm sure there isn't much more explaining I need to do.
I probably don't need to explain that I have irrational fears in my life, and this morning while getting myself and Eli ready for church I suddenly had a panic attack that I was a hoarder.
Eli always plays in my bathroom cabinets while I get ready and I started to notice the stuff he was pulling out hadn't been used in a long time. By the time he pulled out the 10th bottle of Bath and body Works lotion I started having an internal panic attack, cue: I'm-a-hoarder-and-they-are-going-to-make-a-show-about-me anxiety.
So sometime after curling my hair and before putting on makeup I began to destroy my bathroom one pile of junk at at time. All in an effort to get rid of junk and become more simple.
It started with the bathroom and in a short amount of time moved into the closet.
Before I knew it, it was time to go to church and my bathroom looked like this:
I thought it was bad but I had the drive and determination to finish, so I knew I would complete it once I got home from church.
Then we got home from church, ate lunch, and Luke and Eli started playing together. I then knew what I needed to do. Conquer the mess. After a short amount of time this is what it looked like:
It was at this point that I wanted to give up. Just live like this forever. Step over the messes. Pick up things off the floor when we need them. Forever.
But then I remembered that Eli's birthday party is this week and I need a clean house, so I kept trucking a long.
I worked through hunger, I worked through thirst, I even worked through Eli and Luke taking a nap when I wanted nothing but to join them.
After a couple more hours I finally finished. I must admit by the end I was just throwing away stuff left and right. I will probably regret this later when I'm looking for something important like chap stick or a half used bottle of nail polish that is sealed shut or red lipstick that I got free as a sample. Glad I kept that for FOUR YEARS.
But it was worth it when it looked like this:
I wish I had taken a before picture but the shelves at the top of the closet were FULL of clothes before the great closet clean out. I filled three 40 gallons bags with clothes to donate! Yay!
I had been waiting for a snow day to get my organizing act together, but it doesn't look like we are getting one this year so I picked this random Sunday.
Luke was cracking up at me, he says when I want to change something I do it RIGHT THEN. Even if I'm getting ready for church.
I blame it on the fact that this is Eli's birthday week and 1. I should be getting stuff together for his party and 2. I CAN'T BELIEVE MY BABY IS ONE.
So I'm a procrastinator who lives in denial.
But at least I'm not a hoarder. Anymore.