Friday, 25 September 2009
We have finally got acompletion date for the move...five weeks....where do I start??? how on earth did we manage to accumulate so much stuff???
I'm being ruthless, the toys they don't play with are going to the hospital, the clothes they no longer wear are going to the charity shop, Daves twenty million boxes of paperwork spanning 20 years are going in the shredder...any kitchen appliances that were obviously bought in order to keep me in the kitchen 'doing' for everyone else...binned! any clothes I have kept, waiting for them to come back into fashion, recycled, I don't think the charity shops even want my multitude of power suits with shoulder pads to rival that of any footballers.
I want zen like minimalism, well in one room at least.
I am looking forward to living in our new house, but I am dreading the move itself. The disorganisation of being upside down...
The kids are busy planning colours for their new rooms, which would be fine if Deion didn't want orange and black...I need to find a compromise.
Okay, I'm off to tackle the cupboard under the stairs now, I dread to think what I'll find..... probably the bones of the last guy who came to read the meter...