About 2 weeks ago (OK, maybe 3…) I started “Spring Cleaning” around the house. I started in Kyndall’s room and moved through there pretty quickly. I boxed up clothes for donation, separated what I wanted to keep for Libby, and laid out a few nicer things for consignment.
Then I moved on to Libby’s room. And that’s where I got stuck. The spring-cleaning-mood left me. I had all the passed-down clothes from Kyndall in a pile. All the winter clothes that would probably still fit next year had a pile. The clothes that no longer fit and were headed for donation had a pile. The clothes for consignment had a pile. And I stopped.
Then I avoided her room like the plague for the last, yes, THREE weeks. When the cleaning lady came, I hung my head in shame and told her to skip that room.
I had one foot in her room yesterday when the doorbell rang. Thank goodness for unexpected company.
The truth is, I’m not really sure what to do with all this. I have always kept most of Kyndall’s still-decent clothes, but Libby very rarely ever wears them. When it’s time for new outfits, I feel guilty just buying for K. So WHY do I feel like I need to keep them? There is no ROOM. I should pass them on, but I can’t. What if she NEEDS that shirt? Or those pants? (Insert dramatic sigh here.)
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