A Good, Clean Feeling!

Isn't it just the best when you clean everything and find out you aren't as much of a slob as you thought you were?

It's easy to get caught up in the rush of things and let yourself forget about what needs to be done around your house... For me, this is my first apartment out of my parents' house. I was never one to 'clean for the fun of it' at home. I would only do things after being nagged for at least a week, and even that was 'iffy. Now I'm married and living on my own, not only having to take care of myself, but take care of my husband and two cats. Yeah, we've been living on our own for almost a year, but it's still hard to keep up on things, especially with everything that's been going on lately in my family, with my grandma and such...

Over the last week, Mike and I have been cleaning, little by little, getting rid of things we don't need/want/use, and it feels good. It's hard, because I have a tremendous pack-rat gene in my blood, so I get very easily emotionally attached to the most random, stupid things. Like a nail polish I bought with my best friend when she came back for the summer, the first time after she moved two states away-- when I was 11. Or my 'skinny' clothes-- I was holding on to those for dear life, knowing full well I would fit in them again someday. No offense to the woman, but that last sentence sounded EXACTLY like something my grandmother would say, and she had 5 bedrooms with piles at least 6 feet tall of clothes, 75% of which still had tags on them... but she wouldn't get rid of them, because she'd fit into them someday. Hey, she didn't! haha. Now we have to get rid of them for my grandpa. That should be fun when the time comes.

So yeah, I got rid of clothes that I can't fit in to, or I just don't wear. I got rid of nail polish and old makeup. Furniture we don't use or has been ruined by our dear little cats. Random little things. Belts. Shoes. Tons of stuff! But it feels so good to clear it all away and know it's not going to be hanging over our heads anymore.

But the dust around the house sure is aggravating. I've sneezed about 800 times in the last week.



Mike's birthday is coming up! June 13, he's gonna be 23 years old! I don't know why on Earth I thought this, but when I was younger, like probably 8-20 years old, I always thought 23 was the COOLEST age to be... like that was the prime age to be the best you'll ever be. Like I said, I don't know what gave me this idea or what made me want to be 23, but that's the best! Only a few more mos for moi!


Time for me to go, but I hope this inspired you to clean out the unnecessary crap in your life, whatever that may be!! :)