I'm messy. A closet hoarder. And going to bed with a sink full of dirty dishes has never bothered me.
Ask any family member, former roommate or friend that has seen the inside of my car before I do the 2 minute throw everything in the back trick. In some areas of my life, I'm super organized. But in others, not at all. You'd think someone would be one way or the other, but evidently not.
But now, in my new role as a SAHM, the whole cleaning thing kind of falls to me. And it's something I struggle with. I'm sure having a toddler who enjoys making messes and being pregnant/tired factors into it as well. But I can only play those cards so long before I have to suck it up.
Chad is great about it all. But he also happens to be messy (sorry babe). This is both good and bad. I suppose if he were a super neat freak, we'd have hired a professional organizer for relationship counseling by now. But since he is also messy, I've developed some bad habits that are hard to break now.
When I said I was a closet hoarder above, I meant it quite literally. Our foyer closet has a poker set of Chad's that we've never used in our four years of marriage or in the six years I've known him. When you open it, blankets shoved onto the top shelf fall on your head. And most of our closets are like this (besides Avery's which is super organized). Last Saturday, I spent four hours cleaning out my closet. Three trash bags and four Goodwill bags later, I had all my summer/winter skinny clothes (I use this word loosely) in tubs and maternity clothes hanging up. It was amazing how much stuff I was holding on to. And most of it had no sentimental value whatsoever.
So my plan for the weeks ahead is to do this in other areas - pantry, baby cabinet, bathroom cabinet, and so on. And as we begin to prep for baby #2 (begin is the key word, nothing has been done yet), I'm sticking with the old saying - out with the old, in with the new. I love walking into my closet now and not feeling overwhelmed.
Clutter free = happier me.
Plus, when going through old purses (most of which I threw in the Goodwill bag), I found an old camera memory card with a pic from when Chad and I first started dating.
If memory serves correctly, I think this is from the bar crawl where you play miniature golf. Chad happened to be working one of the stations. Fast forward six years and boy is our life different. And we wouldn't want it any other way. As I'm typing now, #2 is moving around and even throwing a few kicks and punches. Our family is so blessed.
Other fun photos from recent adventures ...
And then Chad showed us up ....
Avery loves the dishwasher, brooms, mops and doesn't even mind putting her toys away.
Give her a couple years ...
Have a great weekend everyone!
