An article from The Sydney Morning Herald looks at one woman who has started to fight clutter in her home. I can relate to this!
Surveying the mountain of clothes, jumbled toys and over-stuffed bookshelf, I fear the plan is too optimistic. Especially when a barrier of plastic tubs, dining chairs and baskets of cords block the entrance to the garden shed.
In my case, the question is: where shall I start? I started with the easiest room first. Well, physically easiest. DD’s bedroom. On Sunday my dear friend came over and helped me to sort out DD’s old clothes. This was a wrench. All those lovely little clothes, size 000, 00, and 0, all pink and purple and white and ready to be worn by an adorable little girl. But we never had a second child and it’s time for me to be realistic. Doesn’t make it any easier.
The thing that kept me going was having a friend help me. I sorted clothes into four piles:
- friend’s daughter (one year younger than my DD);
- charity shop at my church;
- spare clothing at the childcare centre;
- too stained to send anywhere.
My friend took the “too stained” pile and said that she would try to blast those stains away. Good luck! If anyone can do it, it’s my friend.
I took the spare clothing to childcare on Monday. There are still 5 supermarket bags of clothes to go to the charity shop.
Needless to say, I haven’t dealt with everything in DD’s room. I figure it’s an ongoing thing. There are little sheets for her bassinette that I will wash and store with the bassinette. There are baby blankets which I cannot let go of. But then again, there is a feeling of lightness in the room already. I’m claiming the room for a preschooler rather than a baby. Not easy at all, but I shall be the better for it when it’s done, and I will celebrate my darling, obnoxious, loud, funny, smiling, bookworm, mountain climber preschooler.