It is Sunday. As, I am not religious (only spiritual), I find that I don’t have a huge day of church ahead of me. Saturdays are our days off. We tend to work on our college courses (my husband is an Anthropology student, and I am an Education student) and lay on the carpet with the girls playing with the random toys our 3 year old strings across our house, all the while hoping that the 6 month old will begin crawling.
We turned back the clocks, so waking up at my natural time I find that I have woken at 5:30 in the morning. I can’t sleep like usual, waking up at around 3 and rolling around in bed wondering if I will ever go back to sleep. I usually don’t. I find myself worried about the multiple papers due, yet I don’t find myself writing them. Instead I am wondering which habit I am going to change today. And it hits me.
Yes, I am some-what of a hoarder. I love collecting glass jars (even though we have a recycling system in our city), and even those plastic coffee containers. They lay precariously in a cupboard in the kitchen just waiting to be used. From the four years that my husband and I have been married, we have collected much junk. Too much junk that is. We lived with very little before we were married, only a backpack each and drum. So, why does having children mean that we should have so many things? Of course there are things we should have to get by (notice I didn’t say need?). The children’s play-room is riddled with toys that are barely touched and clothes that are stringed across the closet much like vines in a jungle. The living room, kitchen and book/computer room are not much better. It is time to downsize.
That is my goal this week. Three piles. Keep, Recycle, and Donate. Let me at it!