The first place I usually start is in my closet...then I move on to my kids' closets...then I pray that my husband will someday remove the overwhelming large t-shirt collection in his closet. I believe in the power of prayer...so I'm not sure why all of his t-shirts are still there...glaring at me...every.single.time. I glare up at them.
Moving on...because clearly I am struggling with some unresolved issues there...
In recent days, my closet has experienced a complete overhaul! Can you relate to this? You have the clothes from back when you were all that and a bag of chips, clothes from when you were working (and you still thought you were all that and a bag of chips), maternity clothes, post-maternity clothes, post-post maternity clothes (You know what I'm talking about, ladies!), clothes from around your first child's second birthday when your only relationship with chips was that you hid from your toddler...in the laundry room...with a bag of chips. Okay, that's not really what I did...I actually hid in the bathroom with chocolate.
Seriously, no matter what I do, it always seems like there are still more clothes that need to go - an overwhelming amount of stuff that I am not wearing! I mean, really...what am I going to do with 19 different styles of khaki pants, 45 various shades of black pants, and numerous capri pants - all which perfectly completed my teacher life, but no longer work for my day-to-day? Oh, and some of those cute tank tops? Let's face it...They're just never going to be cute again.
Lately, my mom and I have been discussing the deep things in life...such as why it's important that I rid my closet of all pieces that include horizontal stripes...and why solid white shirts are a ridiculous option for young moms...and why knee caps age along with the rest of one's body...and these discussions have encouraged me to clear out various pieces that I know would be better suited for someone else. It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.
Thankfully, my favorite consignment sale is this week, so as I was cleaning out my closet, I was tagging the goods for resale and donating some of the less than stellar pieces. Over the weekend, I droppped everything off, and I didn't look back for one second. When I woke up this morning, my house felt cleaner and my mind felt clearer. Bring on baby #3.
Wait, we need to get her a crib first. (Oh yeah, it's a girl! We're so excited!)