House proud!

I don’t know what has happened to me but I’m becoming more and more house proud. It all began with my declaration that I really can’t stand the general mess, and now with each day that passes the house is becoming more and more, well, tidy!

This weekend I began a ruthless clear out. I even got rid of the kids seesaw (well, it was an eyesore anyhow). I’ve two bin bags of toys to go and thats just the start. I have what may be considered by some ‘evil’ plans to decant most of the contents of the playroom and sheds and give them to charity. I’m also wondering about how many clothes we all actually need as I’d love to have a clutter free bedroom.

All of this is against the natural way of things for me, i’m one of the worlds hoarders. I think its genetic. However, I realise that with my anxiety I need to have a stress free and clutter free daily life.

Less is more and all that. I’ve been trying to do this for a couple of years now and if you trawl back through the blog you’ll find various posts about it. Things have come to a head though, the other week I was nearly knocked out by an avalanche of stuff as I opened the cupboard to get my hat. I’m fed up of endless wedging and shoving to get things in and out of cupboards and drawers, even though it’s muscle building. AND perhaps most importantly I’ve accepted that there will be no more babies and there is a lot of baby stuff which can go.

The net result is that i’m rushing about clearing out and filling up our bin at the most inappropriate time of the year. I’m shuddering at the thought of people actually buying stuff to come back into the house on Christmas Day. Oh, and the kids aren’t allowed to move. Much. I’ve also relaxed my inherent ‘make-do ness’. This year, partially because we have so much stuff we cant find the plastic tree and partially because I realised a few weeks back how nice real cut flowers were in the house I actually bought a real Christmas tree. I think it looks beautiful.

Dare I say it, I’m becoming quite house proud. Do come around, for the first time in a long time I’m not all that ashamed by the place.



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