Clutter upsets me.
I don’t like knickknacks. Knickknacks remind me of clutter.
Everything needs a home, and each home needs to be organized. Drawers, closets, desks, cabinets. I prefer when they’re all organized… or empty.
It’s only a little obsessive.
However, since pregnancy, my hate of clutter and my desire to organize everything increased tenfold. (Well, since the second trimester started-ish. Nausea and exhaustion really prevented me from doing anything in my first trimester.)
Now, I hate everything I own, and I want it GONE.
Who knew pregnancy could not only mess with your body, but it could also make you a giant crazy person hell-bent on hauling the entire contents of your home to the dump.
I’m trying to control myself by limiting the sudden and unhealthy need to throw things away by using a list.
I found this one –>> One a Day: Throw These 116 Things Away via PopSugar
De-clutter Day #1: Throw away earrings without pairs
One of these — the pearl flower looking stud — missed the trash can so I’ve decided to keep it. I can probably find its mate. Probably. These were my favorite :(
My unnecessary obsessiveness threw away the wrapping paper weeks ago.
De-clutter Day #3: Throw away cards without sentimental value. Um, sure. Meanwhile, I’m over here crying about the card my grandparents gave me for my high school graduation.
ALL cards are sentimental. Who are you people?
Days #5 and#6 were a miss for me to share. I don’t have any ticket stubs to throw away because I don’t go places, and none of my socks had holes! Yay! (I did not check Husband’s socks…
Today is De-Clutter Day #7 during which I am supposed to throw away old T-shirts. Well, I’ve already cleared out my T-shirt drawer for donation, and my husband turned the majority of his old T-shirts into cleaning rags last week so we’ve got nothing to do tonight.
The list isn’t perfect, of course. I do not believe I have enough change to turn in for paper money, but I have no intention of throwing away the 47 cents I have in my wallet — and the only old “prom” dress I have is a cocktail dress I still look super cute in.
Waiting to donate or toss shoes that don’t get worn might actually drive me insane. I’ve already given away two pairs of heels I can’t walk in and tossed the oldest, full-of-holes boots I’ve had for like a decade.
Alas, I won’t see those shoes until Day #14. Until then, here is a cat loaf for you to enjoy.