That's what the book would be called, if I were writing one right now. The nesting has begun, and I'm lightening our load. Anything in this house that we haven't touched, looked at, or used in the last year is getting tossed. (And by tossed I mean, donated, sold, trashed... any conceivable way of removing it from my home.)
Poor Jared came home to the madness today. It all started with a linen closet, then moved to the play room, then to the dreaded kitchen... which, may I ask, who has this much crap in their kitchens??? I feel like a hoarder. Everything from place mats we've never used, to the 16" Electric Skillet that's STILL.IN.THE.BOX.
Hoarder status.
I just can't take it anymore. Everything has to go. How can I make room for abundance with all of this junk laying around taking up space??? I've considered saving it for a garage sale, but I really can't keep it around just waiting for that to happen.
Next... the garage. Ohhhh Darrrrling!!! (He's going to love this.)
Anyone else out there ever feel like their house has just become a place to collect things, or is it just me?
