No, it's not spring yet, but sometimes it's difficult to tell when it begins here in in south Texas.
Yes, last night it was windy, wet and cold, but today it was lovely. Very lovely.
And spring-like.
Well, spring-like in the afternoon after it warmed up and hit about 60 for the high.
And with the spring-like weather comes something for me that's internal.
It happens every spring.
Or every almost-spring.
I get the urge to purge.
I don't usually get any warning that this feeling is going to hit.
And I don't wake up thinking, "Today's the day I'm going to clean out the house."
There's no telling what time of the day it will hit.
It hit last night.
Out of the blue, as it always does.
I just start feeling a bit "restless", for lack of a better word. And then I start looking around the house, seeing things in a different light. As soon as that happens, I start mentally making a list of all of the rooms I need to attack. And all of the closets. And usually ...... I start that attack within minutes. Or maybe an hour.
But this time, I decided to wait until today.
That was huge.
Because experience has shown that once the urge hits, I feel powerless to resist it.
I must be more powerful these days.
Or ...... less energetic.
Whichever.
I put off the urge until noon.
And then I could wait no longer.
So I started in my bathroom.
I also ended in my bathroom.
Six hours later.
Yep, six.
I have no idea why I either had six hours worth of crap ...... or it took me that long to just do my bathroom ...... but it did.
And yes, it was six hours of non-stop purging.
Which resulted in one very large container of "give away" stuff, one large trash bag (32 gallons) FILLED with stuff for the trash, and less than that left in my bathroom cabinets and drawers.
I was ruthless.
I knew last night that I was feeling that way. Ruthless.
Which meant that I was going to get rid of every single item that I hadn't used.
Hadn't used in several months or hadn't used ever.
Evidently that was quite a bit.
I think that 1/3 of the trash can was filled with supplements.
You know, those never-heard-of tablets that Dr. Oz said would make your thyroid go into overdrive.
Or ...... on a different show he mentioned another supplement that would cause your brain cells to stop falling out of your head every time you lay on your side?
What can I say?
I don't watch his show on a regular basis (thank the Lord!) ...... or even on a semi-regular basis. Which really is something to be thankful about because ...... can you say Supplement Hoarder?
After that soul-cleansing and yet oh-so-embarrassing admission, I hesitate to tell you what constituted the rest of the stuff I purged.
Let's just say that sometimes, every once in a while, either Dr. Oz, Kathie Lee or some expert on The Today Show will exhort the latest miracle skin cream/cleanser/brightener/toner/age defying something or other.
And I might then have it.
Or not.
Yes, I am often the exact intended demographic.
It's a dirty job, but somebody feels like she has to do it.
Or rather, had to do it.
(And I was totally kidding about the Kathie Lee thing.
Or not.)
Sometime during those six hours I think I decided to become a different demographic.
Or at least less of a sucker.
I vowed that, as God is my witness, I, nor any of my kin folk, will never
Well, I really can't vow for any of my kin folk. I have a feeling that one or two of my children will buy loads of it.
Some apples don't fall very far, you know.
Poor little apples.
OK, I just remembered that all of that stuff included one hour in one of my closets. That hour resulted in several pairs of shoes and several handbags being added to the "give away" bin.
So I only spent 5 hours in the bathroom ...... which still seems like way too much time.
It also sounds kind of pathetic.
But hey ...... my bathroom feels much lighter.
And looks lighter, too.
In a weird way.
Let's see, that only leaves the rest of that closet, the other closet, my bedroom, the kitchen, the linen closets, the laundry room, the craft room, the game room ...... and the garage.
Oh.
My.
Word.
I think I just typed away the urge.
Maybe.
At the very least I've shoved it aside for several hours.
Or days.
Sigh......
Happy Saturday/Sunday, Peeps.
:)
2 comments:
I am always afraid to purge. I keep telling myself that even though I haven't needed or sued an item since the turn of the millennium I know if I throw it out or give it away I will be in desperate need of it the next day. I know, sick. You would think I had lived through the great depression or something. Maybe I should just do one cupboard and see how it goes? Maybe. Happy purging, Cheryl
It seems like I have been purging for a loooooong time (so I can put my house up for sale -- 2 years saying that :? )! Every time I think I have made progress, more stuff seems to appear -- it's like bunnies reproducing -- ugh! I've gotten much, MUCH better at getting rid of (giving away and dumping) things, but I feel almost ashamed that there is still more to go. Ugh, just want to be done! Happy purging to you!
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