Thursday, June 14, 2012

The Mommy Bag - by Rhiana

So the other day i noticed my handbag was getting a little heavy. My son is four so we are past the days of diapers, bottles and extra clothes so i no longer carry a diaper bag. I have the next step in the evolution of carrying everything a family needs in "The Mommy Bag." Big enough to carry everything but not quite as big as a diaper bag. So I decided to dump the contents out onto my kitchen counter and see what exactly was weighing my Mommy Bag down. The contents are as follows:

  • bottle of water
  • 2 hand sanitizers
  • disposable camera
  • socks
  • 2 lip glosses
  • lip stick
  • cosmetic case (I guess the lip gloss and lipstick made an escape?)
  • 3 receipts (the rest reside in my George Costanza wallet, these were just floating around)
  • paint stick stirrer (you know just in case someone says "gosh, I could really use a paint stick stirrer")
  • waiver of liability
  • day planner
  • American Flag (you mean you don't all carry around your own personal flags?)
  • flash light
  • pretzels
  • pen
  • wallet
  • Teddy Grahams
  • crayons
  • sun block
  • diaper wipes
  • plastic dish (a play toy...because you just never know when you may need one)
  • 2 Cliff Bars
  • Kashi Bar (i don't like to be stranded without food)
  • gum
  • broken pen
  • sunglass case
  • JoAnn flyer (I NEVER leave home without this flyer!)
  • net veggie bag (in case i randomly stop at a roadside veggie stand..)
  • $0.14
I hope I am not alone in this.  Everyone has all this randomly floating in the abyss of their Mommy Bag, right?


Saturday, June 9, 2012

Decluttering - by Lauren

We have started to declutter our house in preparation to put it on the market in the next few weeks.  This has been quite the process.  I have always thought that we were very good at purging.  Honestly if it is not bolted down or used within the past few months, we usually get rid of it. Sometimes I even just watch the show Hoarders and immediately go and throw stuff away.  But this process has been eye opening.
First, it showed me that my husband owns nothing.  Nothing.  He could literally pack a backpack with what he owns in our house.  When I pointed it out to him, he was delighted.  The man doesn’t save anything.  He has no attachment to things whatsoever. When he was a teenager his mom told me that she actually grew concerned about him beacuse he used to clean out his room and give his stuff away.  Apparently he has always been like this.  So this means that I, along with the 3 year old, am responsible for the clutter in the house.  I guess mostly me.  I have a huge problem throwing things away that I see as sentimental. And unfortunately I see everything as sentimental. 
EJ’s baby box is actually a giant storage container and that doesn’t even account for the artwork I have kept or his three baby books.  Mike likes to point out that this is slightly ridiculous since he was 7 months old when he came home. I have even saved my own cards, photos, letters, articles, pictures I drew as a kid, and even my scrapbooks.  The “sentimental” stuff filled three large storage containers last night and I am not even done.  But I just cannot part with it.  Everything in those boxes brings back a memory.  It makes me smile as I remember some small moment of my childhood. What Mike sees as trash, I see as precious and irreplaceable. It is ridiculous and it does take up a lot of room.  But as I get older, I am realizing that life does go by really fast and my memory of things is getting fuzzier and fuzzier.  
I started to save these things for EJ so that one day he can smile as he remembers something from his childhood that he loved.  I have his first pair of shoes, his first toy, his favorite baby books, his first baseball hat.  It is endless. Yesterday I showed Mike a scrapbook I made of all of EJ’s announcements, holiday cards, and birthday invites.  He smiled politely and said, “I am sure he will love this when he is 30.”  I sensed sarcasm. 
But someday I will give him all this “clutter” and we can go through it together remembering all of his firsts. Or he will be like Mike and throw it all away saying, “Mom, why did you save all this junk??” I will take my chances.