As I entered Olivia’s room this morning, I was met with a chaotic scene: her school project sprawled across the floor, colored pencils scattered, scissors and glue sticks abandoned. The desk was cluttered with half-empty bottles of perfume and lotion, while Tupperware containers overflowed with glittery slime. A neglected Barbie, sporting a haphazard haircut, lay next to several mismatched socks.
Instead of taking a moment to appreciate the sunlight streaming through the window or marveling at her creativity, my mind raced with thoughts of frustration: “Seriously? We just cleared this space! How does all this stuff keep appearing? Do broken toys have a secret breeding ground? And what is that smell? If she gets more slime in the carpet, she’s definitely going to see a side of me that’s not pretty.”
Then it hit me: the Tupperware I had searched for frantically that morning while trying to find something to store the cooked bacon in. I had been on my hands and knees in the kitchen, calling out to my kids, “Where did all the Tupperware go?”—and now it was cluttering Olivia’s room.
There’s nothing quite like a good purge to clear the air. If that new Tupperware gets filled with sticky slime that hardens like cement, it’s destined for the trash bin. And let me tell you, the joy I feel from decluttering is priceless.
I know I should probably hang onto more of their school projects and artwork. There was a time when every drawing and report card went into a big Rubbermaid tub, alongside every leaf and rock they brought home. But honestly, I’m a natural purger at heart, and parenting can make you feel guilty for tossing out what seems like treasured memories. However, my instinct to declutter is ingrained in me.
All the stuff in my home triggers anxiety. I’m not an organizer; I’m a tosser. Clutter transforms me from calm to “hand me another trash bag—we’re doing this!” in no time flat.
Sure, I’ve probably thrown out sentimental items, and maybe my kids will someday feel the loss of their stick and feather collections. But let’s be real—those feathers were from a germy seagull, and I’m questioning if those were even sticks.
Will I regret not saving every toy or every picture from our countless nature walks? Not even close. But what I would regret is the stress of letting all that clutter accumulate.
After a good purge, my home feels happy again, and my kids have adapted. They’ve learned to keep their prized possessions hidden away. They know that if their belongings overflow from the closets and drawers, something is bound to disappear.
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In summary, while I may toss out some memories in the process, the peace of mind that comes from a decluttered home is far more valuable.
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