Yep, it’s official — I’ve gotten to a place in my life where more is definitely way TOO more!! I have a constant urge to cull, purge, toss, pare. Clutter is making me NUTS!! And it’s not like I have so much clutter — but just enough to irritate and nudge at me. I’m sitting in the living room at 2:28 in the morning (sleeplessness, just another service offered by menopause) looking around and making a mental list of what I want to throw out. So far, it’s 3 pictures that don’t go with anything (I don’t think there’s a room in this world that they would go with) a box of toys that the dollies don’t play with, and a pile of magazines.
The urge to accrue has passed. The only want I have now is to walk into a room and feel calm and peace — not feel like my heart wants to beat itself out of my chest.
So what’s the problem you ask? Why am I whining? Why aren’t I getting out the trash bags and having at it all?
He keeps bringing “stuff” in to the house but nothing leaves. A human version of a Macafee antivirus program. And for all their manliness and toughness, oh, those fragile egos to be tiptoed around!!
I understand his frugality and his love of getting something for nothing. Case in point — he recently brought home 3 lamps and 2 end tables from a house giving these things away. No matter that they go with nothing we own. No matter that they don’t even go with each other!!! He has this idea in his head that he will make them fit somewhere. And of course they don’t.
So how do you on the one hand tell him that you appreciate his efforts but on the other hand, for the luvvaGod get this crap out of our house?
This is the kind of thing that keeps me lying awake at 2:28 in the morning when I should be sleeping.