My mother has been and always will be a huge special part of my life. I love her to death but the women has a secret! She is an amateur hoarder. If you ask her she would deny it!!! But man if we try to throw out anything she gets mad at us. Everything has a purpose, including an old typewriter from 1989 which hasn't had a cartridge made for it since 2001. Some of the areas of the house make it hard to walk in.
This is why my siblings and I all have a varying need to rebel against clutter. Honestly I think I was the worse of us to not let anything go but than in college I sort of picked up a gypsy lifestyle. I moved every 6 - 12 mos for the next 9 years of my life. The longest I've been in one place since high school was my last house (which was only 21 mos) we will see if I last longer in this one.
Anyhow the constant moving has been liberating. It taught me YES YOU CAN THROW THINGS AWAY OR GIVE THEM AWAY without melting like the Wicked Witch of the West. When you move you hate stuff you don't need and while you are packing it is quick to identify the things that haven't been used in a while. It took a while to beat the hoarder out of me but when it happened it felt really good!
So these last few weeks I've been getting anxious. It is definitely that time again to throw and give away a lot of things. I've settled back into my pre-breeding figure and Heaven knows I don't need any of the maternity clothing that still lurks in my closet (oh, elastic jeans I will miss you). My office is just filled with so much stuff I can't find a thing, much less use the thing, and the kids are all changing sizes.
Clearing the clutter is really liberating... if only it wasn't too time consuming.