Today is the 100-day mark until Half Penny arrives. Countless thoughts race through my mind. Epidural or not? Boy or girl? Cloth diapers or disposables? Will I ever get an adequate explanation of the difference between a bouncer and a swing? And the most important question of all: If I had an engineering degree, would I actually be able to install a car seat without reading the manual 97 times?
I know experience is the greatest teacher and only time can answer many of these questions, but experience has already taught me something. One of the greatest gifts I can give myself is get rid of my stuff. So today also kicks off a 100-day clutter countdown in my world. Because if I can’t do 1-in, 1-out with Half Penny’s stuff, I can certainly do it with mine.
I’ve hit some major decluttering milestones already. We streamlined much of our kitchen. Cluttered countertops have always given me the heebie-jeebies, but it turns out that I developed some serious skills when it came to behind-the-scenes clutter. So we tackled our cabinets and drawers. Scaling back our grocery budget to $200 a month also forced us to take a hard look at what was and wasn’t allowed to stay in our cabinets, fridge, and freezer.
Then, I turned my attention to office space. No, not Milton and his stapler, but my command center that is attached to our kitchen (thanks, 1999 architecture). I bid adieu to 68% of our office clutter. And the coup-de-grâce was that I netted nearly $1000 and over $1300 reselling stuff from my closets in 2015 and 2016.
Let’s be done with it, shall we? We’ll skip the bad, and I’ll rip the Band-Aid off now. Here goes.
I still use two closets. And one is a walk-in. Okay, they’re both technically walk-ins. But only one is close to my Clueless-style dreams of yesteryear. In fact, I once had grand plans of blowing out the wall to connect both walk-in closets and using the attached guest bedroom as a room to get ready in each morning. What can I say? I watched a lot of MTV Cribs during my formative years. Plus, I told you it was going to be ugly.
And while I’ve donated and sold over 75% of my shoes, that percentage masks the fact that I still own close to 50 pairs. Truth be told, I still own too much of everything. Given the fact that I can currently wear just four pairs of pants–elastic waistbands FTW–and a few leggings at the moment, I know I don’t actually need all the things that I own. And yet, I hold onto them.
For the next 100 days, I’m going to whittle away the clutter in our house. By the time Half Penny arrives, I plan to have donated or sold at least 100 items. Not only do I want to set a more reasonable example for Half Penny when it comes to an appropriate stuff-to-room ratio, I also figure Half Penny would really like a closet one day that isn’t full of Mom’s stuff. I may know next to nothing about parenting right now, but I’m pretty sure that’s a given.
So Tell Me…Do you need help picking your jaw up the floor? Do you have any kind words or pep talks for me? Care to commiserate?