In a previous post, I added a before photo of the last holdout in my bathroom purge: a bathroom drawer.
And here it is now.
I have no idea why we have such an abundance of oral hygiene products, but we do. We also have a disturbing number of lighters (11) considering neither my husband nor I smoke. Actually, a couple times a year he picks up the bad habit for a few weeks. Apparently he's not good at keeping track of lighters. Anyone have any good ideas for getting rid of them? Do I just toss most of them in the garbage? Is that even safe?
Since the bathroom is pretty well in shape now, I'm going to be moving on to my daughter's bedroom. The biggest obstacles there are a drawer of sentimental stuff (ALL of the cards from my first daughter's birth and a bunch of manuals for baby gear) and her closet (a catchall for all kinds of random family stuff). Now I'm very practical when it comes to the sentimental stuff. I have no problem throwing out those cards. My husband, on the other hand, thinks it's imperative that we keep it all. I know from experience (thanks, Mom!) that someday we will need to get rid of this stuff; we'll be downsizing to a smaller place or just needing to use our space more efficiently. And we'll have to pass along this stuff to our daughters. And then they'll have to find a place to store it. I've got the proof, handed down by both sets of parents, in our basement storage room (the last room in the project, for good reason).
So, any suggestions on how to handle the sentimental overload and convince my husband it's a good idea to pare down? Or will I regret it someday?
My housekeeping is certainly questionable, but I do try! Along the way, I share the dirty truth and look for workable solutions to some of the most difficult problem areas in my home (and yours). I'm clearing the clutter, organizing the closets, and sharing my progress. I’m a mom of two beautiful girls: a preschooler who thinks she’s a superhero and a toddler who requires me to have nerves of steel. I’m a work-at-home/stay-at-home mom, which means I stay up all hours of the night to work, and there is no such thing as a weekend. I love books, movies, and crazy dance breaks.