We are on the tail end of 6 snow days. For the sake of my sanity and my bank account I am desperate to get back on Monday. I have filled my week with a sizable amount of devotion to the medical updates of Congress woman Gifford (I am morbidly addicted) and emptying the junk closet in the junk room.
I have made some progress. All of my college pics are now in 2 photo albums. I also have a sizable pile to incorporate into Christmas boxes (Christmas stuff from the past few years found after Christmas and stuck in closet no doubt) The Christmas boxes are still on the back porch due to the several inches of ice on the outbuilding steps so that needs to be done ASAP.
I also have a number of nice things that just don't really fit in my life anymore. These probably need to go on eBay or craigslist. I have several Audrey Hepburn barbies and 2 American girl collection dolls. I just always ASSumed that I would have a girl that would love and cherish these things, but alas that doesn't seem to be in the cards. I also have a handful of Thomas engines that I got wrong that need to go as well and I am hoping that there are some Robert things in the closet that can go as well (He has a collection of Starting Lineup figurines, or man dolls as I like to refer to them)
So the closet is empty. Spread ALL across the room. Piles of like items and piles of just items. Piles and piles. Now comes the tricky part. Getting all those piles to go away with out filling the closet back up. I need to dedicate an afternoon to starting an eBay shop I suppose. It is all intimidating for some reason. I also need a few more photo albums for high school pics.
I am also struggling with Robert. He has every jersey he's ever had and seems to have some unhealthy connection to all things Marines. Including but not limited to uniforms that will NEVER fit again and seemingly meaningless paperwork, including his range scores and classroom materials. He has the bag with all his obscenely short PT clothing and it is in the stay pile. We also have a whole section of our closet dedicated to dress uniforms. This doesn't included the 4 trunks in the attic space containing gear from Iraq.
My own true dilemma is this --- our war correspondence. I wrote Robert almost everyday. And these letters detail my pregnancy and then WALT's infancy. I didn't do that well keeping a journal but the letters actually do the job nicely. I started gluing the envelopes into a journal but it got huge and impossible to close. I suppose I just put them in a box. Seems uncelebrated that way though -- so any and all suggestions welcome!!!
Pics soon of the chaos and hopefully the calm to follow . .