Thursday, August 19, 2010

The Grand Purge

Papers from last year remain unorganized, leaving little space to put all the assignments and worksheets and school schedule information that will surely be making their way into the house, brought home by a 3rd grader, a 7th grader and an 8th grader.


The bedrooms of the 3rd grader and 7th grader are as cluttered since their mother has finally ceded ownership of said disasters to the children who dwell in them.


Under my bed and in various closets and secret rooms are boxes filled with birthday cards and photos and home movies and scribbled "I love Mom" notes written by children years and years younger than any who now live here.


Clothes handed down from Eldest to Youngest and those passed over to me from other parents take up such a huge amount of space in the playroom's secret room that there is little space for anything else. It is likely Youngest has outgrown clothes and sneakers and cleats he's never even tried on.


In the cave -- the storage space under the house -- are even more boxes of yearbooks from my high school days, notes from my long-dead grandmother and military files and belongings of my even-longer-dead father.


I had trouble sleeping last night. I tossed and turned for nearly two hours beginning at about 3 a.m. Besides doing the typical berating of myself for being the horrible mother I am, I thought of all those items overflowing and overwhelming. What if I were to die today? How unfair would it be if someone else was saddled with having to go through all these things that mean nothing or little to them? [And here's hoping this isn't premonition.]


I've got a goal for the next couple of months: I'm going to plow through all those boxes and hiding places and I'm going to purge. I figure if I take on five boxes a week, I could be done by Halloween. Which is a good thing since I'm not entirely sure where the Halloween decorations are.


Here's to the Grand Purge. [And here's to hoping I don't drop dead the day I finish.]

6 comments:

Michele R said...

Sounds like a great plan! I don't think it is a premonition because I have thought the same thing--if anything happened to me I'd want things reasonably in order (that includes instructions to Hubs on what bills are due when and how to pay them online but that's a diff story).
We do get after our kids to purge old toys and stuff. I keep oldest two boys clothes in bins and then youngest knows that in fall and spring he will be trying things on and we put them in a yes pile or a Goodwill pile. I have a big bag of soccer and baseball shoes that are still good. And I have been pretty good about taking my stuff I don't wear to Goodwill. Start with the oldest child and move on down. Good luck!!

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

I remember going through all of my uncle's papers and unorganized/not-labeled photos and slides and thinking I didn't ever want my kids to go through that. Good for you for going through it all!

Jomama said...

As the daughter of a hoarder who inherited the clutter gene (despite adoption), I applaud you. If you blog about it, it might even motivate me to join you. Or pop some popcorn to watch...

My spouse and his sister were amazed at the amount of stuff to sort through when their parents passed on, despite their being very neat and tidy folk. We'd better mend our ways before we bequeath a disaster to our loved ones. Any such thing as clutter insurance?

Caloden said...

Thumbs up to de-cluttering. The voices that start nagging your psyche around 3 a.m. will surely hush up for a spell -at least until they find another weak spot. Good luck with it.

Tara R. said...

My College Kid lectured me about owning up to my packrattery and to stop blaming our clutter solely on my husband. Dangit...

I need to join your purge, or we will be featured on Hoarders sometime this season.

Lori said...

My solution? I just buy more shelves.

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