Today, I was drowning.
This is a typical occurrence in January with this family in this house.
Can I move out? Is this possible? I could take my stuff and fit it in my car and leave them to the rest. I’d be perfectly happy with one of everything essential. Or even less than that.
I do not need stuff. I really don’t.
Anyway. My son is coming home from a school trip and in anticipation of this, I ripped apart his room this morning which took longer than I anticipated because of all the crying.
The stuff I should have gotten rid of (boxes and boxes of baseball and hockey cards, some from his uncle’s childhood, trophies and medals since age 4, photos and knicknacks, toys and stuffies…) I packed up and lugged up to the attic.
Our attic is accessible by a pull-down ladder in the bedroom on the main floor (we live in a teeny bungalow) and is basically like a crawl-space: we store seasonal items up there and..well, you know, assorted crap.
Crap they can’t part with.
CDs for instance.
TAPES. (we no longer have a tape deck)
Aviation papers that he did in school a million years ago and that are hand-written notes and out of date today.
Binders. EMPTY binders.
Anyway, I could go on but I’ll spare you.
I think I got a second workout in this week, after my bootcamp on Wednesday, because of my rage-cleaning. And crying.
Did I mention crying?
I was a sobbing, raging mess.
While I was doing the teen’s room, I closed the door to his sister’s room, which is opposite. I will deal with her another day. I don’t have the energy to cry for another three hours…
While I was doing that, I also had to do laundry. Since the dryer is not functioning I had to hang stuff everywhere. That adds to the clutter, right?
Pain in the ass.
Anyway, the ladder is still down, I still have two or three more bins of photos and binders and paperwork he’s keeping to stow away up there.
I am not going to tackle the lego today. I WILL NOT. That alone will be a project taking up a whole weekend.
And I will probably not keep it. Despite crying and carrying on by people who are not me.
For now, I just need to get all the stuff out of my sight. The attic is out of sight…
And by the way, if the bedroom ceiling collapses due to all the crap up in the attic, well, at least then I’ll have a viable reason to say:
THROW IT ALL OUT.
I’m moving out.
So how’s this for a Friday post?