Then Monday night, I discovered that my infection hadn't gone away, it had merely mutated into "possessiona bulimia" I had to organize, sort, purge - if I didn't, I knew I would explode.
I'm not really sure what brought it on. It could be that we gained some items over Christmas and didn't get rid of anything. It could be that our bedroom is currently holding items to take to my brothers (guitar, computer and monitor, and bag of random
So Craig and I took our "7-9" time and went through our closet. When I say "our closet," I don't just mean the closet it our bedroom. I mean our one and only closet. It currently holds:
- camping supplies, including a tent and two sleeping bags
- my craft supplies and sewing machine
- Craig's emergency supplies
- Craig's genealogy stuff
- our scrapbooking/picture stuff
- cat crate
- extra linens
- christmas stuff
But by the time we were done sorting into keep, trash, ebay and donate piles, we had gotten rid of two large boxes worth of stuff. Which meant that the lone rubbermaid container that didn't fit into the closet does now!
I think I will also have us splurge on some prettier recyclable containers we can keep in the entry way so I don't have to squeeze past them every night/morning. Then we can take a trip to visit my brother to see Austin and give him back his stuff and we will have our bedroom back! Considering how steep the cost of redecoratitis can sometimes be, I think Craig will have gotten off pretty cheaply. Which is good, because there is no insurance for it.