I’m no stranger to trying to declutter. Some weeks I spend every spare moment of my day working to throw things away that we don’t need. It’s a great joy of mine, but it’s also a huge distraction. I can’t seem to ever keep on top of it. The more I throw away, the more other people bring into my house. “I noticed you didn’t have 12 of this thing that I have that I love, so here you go!”
*Me in my head: Rawrerghghhghh!!
*Me out loud: Thaaaaaaaanks! Awesome! I don’t really need these for anything, but, um, thanks!
I’d like to start with toys, but that is the battle that will continue until the kids are…. I mean, what… ten at least?? I don’t know when kids are done with toys. So I figure I can start with clothes. I’ve already begun my great decluttering project with my own clothes. Next, the kids, then my husband, who has been known to still wear shirts from high school (and one he got when he was three. Yes, it was adult sized then, but he’s worn it since middle school at least). I figure less clothes in the house = less clothes to wash = less folding = less time spent putting away said clothing = happier, less preoccupied mommy. (I’m not very good at math, so this could be totally wrong.)
I’ll let you all know how it goes. So far I have one, huge black trash bag full of just my own clothes. A great start!
Wifey, Mommy, and What Have You 