Today the girls and I spent the day in the attic stuffing crap into bags and hauling it down the stairs. Some bags of crap went out to the curb. Other bags of crap went onto the porch so that I can take them to Goodwill tomorrow.
I made my first trip to the Goodwill truck today where I dropped off six bags of god knows what.
Tomorrow I have another ten bags going. My attic seems to be a unique breeding ground for decorative baskets, curtains and stuffed animals. I got most of the "throw away" crap out of there, but I still need to spend more time up there sorting through things which can be sold and things which I need to keep like extra blankets and pillows.
You know how sometimes you start one of these projects and you realize that it will never end, that you will spend all of the rest of your days in Sisyphean misery?
That is me in my attic. It is also me in my basement.
I thought about taking a picture of the trash in front of my house, but really, the only thing more embarrassing than having the contents of your attic and basement strewn in garbage bags across a fifteen foot stretch of the curb is having the neighbors watching you take pictures of such trash.
Trust me on this: It's bad. It looks like we are being evicted.
My room is like a toy and home decor flop house. There is a pile of doll furniture which will go to consignment and another pile of throw pillows headed for the same.
Meanwhile, the kitchen floor is filthy and I am all out of light bulbs. David ate all of my emergency 100 calorie chocolate. The children keep chattering at me. Thank god for the dogs. They are the duct tape of my mind.