Why am I hiding, you ask?
It all started with
"Hey, have you noticed that we can't see the floor in our room anymore?"
"Hey...I can't get the door open because of all of the stuff in the way"
"Addison where are you? I know you're in our room somewhere, but I can't find you....so be a love and give a little cry?"
We have been working on simplifying and organizing our house the past few months (big pause for birth of Carter) and our bedroom was up next....and BOY did it need help!
We have spent the morning making TRASH/GOODWILL/WASH piles...and I am exhausted and we are only halfway through....thus the hiding in Carter's room trying to fill my head with fun bloggy/facebook things to get me through another four hours of this...sigh.
Side note: I just threw away a pair of flipflops that had interchangeable leather flowers...I cringe with shame that I ever wore them....and then hung on to them for SIX YEARS...gulp
My husband called me a packrat, but he's hardly one to talk...his side of the room is JUST AS BAD.
But I feel I should be given a little slack...after all I have
1. Pre-pregnancy clothes
2. Winter maternity clothes for Addison
3. Post Addison pre Carter clothes
4. Summer maternity clothes for Carter
5. Post Carter clothes
and of course for each of those categories there are
1. work clothes
2. casual clothes
3. workout clothes
4. church clothes
5. just because clothes
is it any wonder that our room has spun completely out of control???? A girl's gotta keep up with all of the changes size-wise with pregnancies and such for whatever occasion might come her way.
(but strangely enough....I have NOTHING to wear...that fits me, anyway. I hate these in between weight phases)
Working on getting back to wearing pre-pregnancy (Addison) clothes, but some of those clothes just need to be tossed anyway. Even though I might get back to that size, my shape is now all different, so I'm biting the bullet....
and throwing/giving SO MANY CLOTHES away (insert gasp of surprise) and packing maternity clothes away (far, far away)
Both kids are sleeping...going to need some serious coffee to be able to continue this operation without just lying down on a stack of clothes and closing my eyes for a bit...
I hear my husband coming down the hall...time to pretend that I was looking up new methods of folding online...
until later (if I survive this, that is)
and no, I didn't take a before picture...it was just THAT embarrassing...I couldn't do it...
Carter is now judging me for hiding out in his room...time to get back to work. sigh.