Sally's World

But I didn't know what you wanted to keep. (Ermmm...ask me then)

I don't know what needs to go where. (See above)

You're so much quicker/better at it than me. (Only through necessity and forced practice at it)

I thought YOU'D like to organise it. (Derrr...)

But you are so good at organising. (Again...necessity)

You wrap things better than me/us. (Horse shit)

I know how you love that, I'd hate to break it. (Then don't)

You did it last time. (Not through choice)

I had no boxes. (Yes, like I have them hidden about my person on a daily basis)

Can't I do it later. (If only later ever arrived)

But I have loads of homework. (Okay, hard to argue with that)

I was going to go out with my friends. (Easy to argue with that)

And my all time favourite...

But I've been busy. (Of course, I sit on my arse drinking tea all day, so it gives me something to fill my empty days)

And also, how come every time I put something in the trash/recycle pile, one of you suddenly remembers its your favourite thing in the world...surely if it was, I would have seen you wear it/use it/play with it in the last decade???

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...