Awhile back I wrote a post venting about all the stuff I was dealing with. Rereading it makes me want to slap myself just a little bit (get over it!), but at the same time, I understand where I was coming from. I’ve been working on simplifying and decluttering and getting rid of excess, and to be deluged with stuff the way we were would obviously agitate me a bit. (Interestingly, the whiniest post I have ever written resulted in the most “follows”….what’s that about?)
I’m at a place now where I realize that so much of the intake is so temporary. The maternity clothes that have taken over my closet–and pushed all my regular clothes into every available nook and cranny left in the master bedroom–suddenly have a very limited lifespan. The closet full of baby gear in the nursery will be dug into shortly, and everyone knows the cliches about how “they grow up so fast;” the bouncy seat and baby swing are going to be in and out of our lives in a fairly quick amount of time. While homeschooling supplies might be here to stay for awhile, the pace of the influx has definitely slowed, and we can take the time to think through where something is going to live before we bring it home. And all the winter gear (heavy coats, hats, gloves, etc.)….well, I tried to pack those away last week. It didn’t last long. (Sigh.) But that time is coming. Next week, maybe?
I realize that all the little tricks I’ve done off and on will now need to be used all at once, for at least the next year. Going through kids clothes seasonally will need to shift back to “I keep a bag in the laundry room at all times,” for all the little outfits that last three months at a time. The “one in, one out” rule might need to get tightened up for at least a little bit; “one in, at least two out” is really appealing when I realize my daughter has about four pairs of shoes she can’t wear anymore. Staying on top of paperwork is becoming vital, simply for my own sanity: once baby comes, postpartum depression is most likely to come, too (though I’m hoping a spring baby might make a difference). Having piles of papers all over my kitchen counters will not help my mood or mentality one bit.
I’ve been trying, the past two days, to really focus on clearing and decluttering the downstairs. I can’t call it nesting, because there’s absolutely no burst of energy spurring this on; it’s just the reality of the words “if she’s not here by Wednesday, we’ll schedule you to be induced” that’s weighing on me and helping me plod on in a “slow and steady wins the race” kind of way. I can sit here on the sofa and think, wow, I really need to sweep (it’s mud clod season over here), but things look pretty good.
Essentially, I’m thinking back to when my first child was born, and realizing that NO, I refuse to do THAT again. Let’s see how on top of things I can be before all the crazy starts.
I guess that means I maybe should pack a bag for the hospital……