Springtime is here, and you know what that means! Warm weather, flowers blooming, birds “fighting” and oh yeah, people getting rid of all of the useless junk that has accumulated in closets and garages over the past year. That is precisely what I was up to yesterday. Not that I was really into the idea of having to organize closets on a nice Sunday afternoon. Nope. It’s just that once I even move something three inches to the left and it looks much more organized over there, yeah, now I have to do the rest of this one. While I’m doing this one, I might as well clean the rest. I am happy to report that the shelves in my closets are about twenty pounds lighter, thanks Slimorexia! No seriously. The amount of stuff that left the house yesterday was incredible. I was able to get rid of three huge bags full of kid’s clothing. One of those bags was full of boy’s clothes, which is not unusual, except I HAVE THREE DAUGHTERS.
Peyton kept moaning the whole time that she was bored and didn’t know what to do since I was soooooo busy and unable to juggle chainsaws or play fairy pony princesses like we usually do on Sundays. That was until she noticed her iDog/horses/insert random toy here laying on the floor. Then all of a sudden it turned into Oooh My Toys That I Play With For 5 Minutes and then Leave Laying Around Everywhere. Every once and a while as I was going through her toys junk, she would squeal in delight as she saw some random toy that she hadn’t seen for six months. When you’re six, that routine seasonal cleaning is like Second Christmas (which is sorta like second breakfast). How did I avoid this turning into Spring Keeping? Simple. I just called on Secret Agent Peyton-girl. She’d go upstairs to complete the missions I’d give her, I’d throw more into a bag and out the door. Ahhh, so liberating. And organized.
