Oh my goodness.... I am tired of sorting.
Sorting, clothing.... seasonal, for fit, stains, tears.... and then again for laundry.
Sorting paper. Papers that came in the mail and got stacked. Papers that came home with the kids. Papers that have something on them that I feel I need to save for what ever reason. Papers that have something on them that I felt I needed to save for what ever reason at one time but now see that it was rediculous. Papers, papers, papers.
How many little plastic or metal bits of what not can there possibly be in this house. Things that might be a screw or a clamp or somthing that must go to something else that would probably be rendered useless if that little bit is thrown away.
There is a "thing" basket by the front door. A "thing" basket on my desk. A "thing" drawer in the kitchen. A "thing" shelf in the bedroom. And still more "thing" piles here, there and everywhere than I care to think about.
I'm stressing over the packers coming into the house and finding all the little stacks and piles of who knows what that somehow got stuck who knows where. So we are sorting. And sorting. And sorting. And we have made some great progress. Bags have gone to the trash, the goodwill store, and are awaiting a yard sale.
But somehow the house looks worse now. And we are whooped.
And wth does this little plastic piece of whatever go to... and why is it here?
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2 comments:
Good luck sorting through it all!! :)
ROFL, oh no, have you turned into your Mom? Sorting papers is high on her list of things to do!! Sorry you have so much work to do, but I think everyone should move or pretend to move every five years to clean out the clutter.
Can't wait for you to be up here!!
Love ya lots!! Mom
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