Deciding that we were done having children was big for the Big Giraffe and me. In fact, until my younger son (YS) was about a year old, I still had pangs for a third child. This surprised everyone, most notably myself. Then in June that all began to change. I began meeting with a personal trainer, started getting into shape, and then subsequently began training for a couple triathlons later this year. While, I certainly wouldn't not have another baby because of the work it would take to get back on the
About a month ago, I got into a major nesting spurt and no, I wasn't pregnant. I realized that it was time to say good-bye to all the baby clothes. Time was key for two reasons. First, I wanted 2007 to be a clean break. Second, the Big Giraffe's employer is closed during the week between Christmas and New Year, so anything done before new year wouldn't just be on my shoulders. That said, I did start the effort on my own well before his holiday shutdown. It was so overwhelming that it was hard to start. I gradually began sifting through all the clothes and sorting out what needed to be saved (all my older son's (OS) clothes which can still be passed down) and what could be given away (99% of YS's clothes). This was made harder when I
The sorting continued, and it actually started going better, but last Saturday we realized we only had two days to go and a lot that still needed to be done. The Big Giraffe and I teamed up and tackled the basement together. Neither of us felt very sentimental about the clothing, which reinforced our feeling that we were ready to part with it. We went through each and every item. We paired up outfits and bagged together shoes and socks with their appropriate mates. We also had a separate set of bags for items that could not be donated, and for a surprisingly significant amount of trash that we had accumulated. We may also have found a couple unidentifiable items in our basement, but that's just hearsay. Then we hit the Land of No Return: our hall closet. I pulled a muscle in my back (and exercised the sailor side of my vocabulary) maneuvering between the Christmas tree and the hall closet door to empty out the closet. Don't worry, the kids were in bed. As part of cleaning out the old, we went after stuff of our own that needed to go. We tried on all the old coats and emptied out every pocket. We went through all the bags we no longer wanted and made sure they were cleared out and in good condition. We matched up gloves and more shoes.
Even though it undermined our candidacy for Best Procrastinators of 2007, it was so important to the Big Giraffe and me to finish this year, that we actually had everything clean and neatly folded, placed into garbage bags, and put in the basement by the evening of December 29, two days prior to the pickup! Last night the Big Giraffe spent a good
Then we woke up this morning and realized we were not ready to give everything away! Was another baby on the way? No. Did we want another baby to be on the way? No. (Sorry if I teased any of the grandparents.) The Salvation Army called to reschedule their pickup into 2008 because of the snow. Now all the bags have to be carried back into the basement, and they will have to be carried back upstairs for next Monday. Alas, the donation has not been completed, and the Wisest Act of 2007 Award is rescinded. I should have recognized the best vacation.
My name is Alex Elliot. I am the professional Mom of two cats, a dog, an ant farm, and oh yeah...two boys: a 4 year old and a 1 year old. I am here and part of this blog's ongoing education through this month's Blog Exchange. Lara is sharing a post about some of the best of her life in 2007 on my blog, Formula Fed and Flexible Parenting. Please enjoy her post and the other January 2008 Blog Exchange posts. Happy New Year!