Late last night I figured that I had better get some laundry done so that I could have all of mine and Nathan’s clothes ready to go through and get those we are getting rid of seperated out and packed up for sale/donation.
Somehow I now have a pile of clothes litteraly 3 feet high in my bedroom and still 2 more left to wash/dry. I seriously have to get rid of some of this stuff. I swear I don’t know how this happens. I am not a huge clothes shopper (mostly because the only clothing store around here is Walmart and their clothes just kinda bites) but still the fact that I usually clean out my closet 2-3 times of year, but my closet never seems to get smaller. I cant figure it out.
I thought I had all day to do the bedroom but then I remembered that I have to go by church to pick up the packet for childrens church tommorow and have to go exchange the trashbags that Andrew picked up because the one he got are too small for my trash can. I will do that when I hit a stopping point.
Okay really I am on here because I am trying to avoid starting this process, but I know that once I start and get on a roll, it will feel great to get this house cleaned out. It is so theraputic for me to really get things organized. Nathan has barracaded himself in his room with his Game Cube, he knows the drill and knows to hide out.
But please, someone call me about 3pm to make sure I am still alive and not buried under jeans and church dresses.
