Much too much.

It’s the new year. 2013 up in here. I’ve been thinking, as many do at this time of year, about what I’d like to change about my life, and what steps I can take to do that. So far, my list has a lot of more. Get more sleep, get more exercise, drink more water, read more books, write more letters. That pretty much covers my me goals. As I began thinking about my job-related (read: homemaking-related) goals, they mainly centered around organization. And I thought- wouldn’t this be easier if I just plain had less? Less clothing to wash/fold/sort/put away. Fewer coffee cups to leave all over my bedside table. Fewer toys to pick up.

But it’s damn hard. Particularly the clothing. I try and try to pare down the sheer amount of fabric in this house (particularly since my 2 and 4 year olds are half-naked about 3/4 of the time, and in dress-up clothes about half of the remaining fourth), but it proves to be incredibly difficult. Why? I have no stinking clue. And it’s not just their stuff. I recently organized our boxes of out of season/size clothing in the basement, and came across my tshirt stash. I have well over a hundred t-shirts. Not just shirts. Just straight up tshirts. Between drama and music shirts from high school performances, concert tees from my early 20s, and race tees from my later 20s… It’s laughable. And yet I’ve got this sentimental attachment that I can’t seem to shake.

I have no concrete plans yet, they’ll start to materialize on their own within the next week or two, right? But I’m really hoping to be able to make a dent in all the clutter we’ve accumulated. Get ready, Goodwill. Incoming.

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