I was standing in the kitchen one Friday in January, trying to figure out how I could possibly spend all my time picking. up. stuff. and still never, ever really get anywhere. I was reminding myself that there were five people in this house, that three of them were children, and that it was going to be an uphill battle. Let’s be real: five people can generate a lot of stuff. One brief outing to our home improvement store helped my understanding.
We went to pick up coat hooks that I would be hanging on a wall in our laundry room. (I, like a raving lunatic, had decided we needed to make some improvements to the laundry room. IN DECEMBER. While it is definitely true that that room wasn’t working well, Christmas was, without a doubt, the worst time to try to fix it.)
So off we go to pick up the hooks I ordered online. One small box of things about to walk into my house.
On the way there I realized that the one other thing I should get were picture hangers–the really good, up-to-50-pounds kind, so we could move a mirror back to where it was before we rearranged the entire house to bring in our foster kids. Okay: two items about to walk into my house.
As I’m standing at customer service, picking up my order, the lady smiles at my two-year-old in the cart and asks if she’d like an apron. She proceeds to hold up one of the orange aprons they give out to kids at their Saturday build-it programs. The baby is suddenly ridiculously shy, but ten-year-old sister pipes up, “I want one! Those are cute!” To which I respond, “NO! We don’t need aprons. You don’t need an apron. It wouldn’t fit you anyway.” The saleslady is ridiculously accommodating and instead of aprons, gives me two “build your own toolkit” sets for both the girls.
Ahem. Thank you. (Said through gritted teeth….)
We can’t make it out the door without older daughter picking up at least four paint sample brochures, because, after all, it really is kind of her “thing.” And as we walk by a display of batteries I realize we need a pack of AA’s for one of the Christmas presents sitting in a box at home.
That makes nine items, for those playing along at home.
At the self-checkout stand, we’re approached by another saleslady, who is offering my girls–what else?–free aprons to take home. Ohmystars. We politely decline the aprons. AGAIN. (Actually, I might have went off a little–good naturedly–about them pushing aprons. I promise I was laughing.)
The punch line of our “went in for one item, came out with nine” story is that the next morning, I came downstairs and discovered that my son had won a prize at his youth event, which is where HE was while we were out and about. Sitting on the kitchen table–along with two tool kits, four paint brochures, a box of batteries, a box of hooks, and a box of picture hangers–was a brand new water bottle.
That’s ten items in one night. No wonder I’m not getting anywhere.
3 thoughts on “New Year Excess”
All you need to do is get rid of 11 items the next day — and you’re ahead by 1, right?
Babysteps, right? 🙂
Yep, the 11 are baby steps. Find 3 pieces of junk mail, a broken toy, a shirt you never wear, and things to recycle, you’ll be 1/2 way there in no time!