Spring Cleaning

For those of you who know me, you won't be surprised by this; those who don't know me well, you may think I'm a bit crazy;)  Yep, it's a month past Christmas; the days are cold and grey, the wind is howling, snow awaits somewhere in the future... What's this all mean to me?  It's time to tear up the house and clean out.  I start to feel a bit claustrophobic this time every year.  Maybe it's cabin fever.  Maybe it's a hint of OCD.  Maybe it's genetic.  Who knows; but every year it's the same thing.  I literally tear up every nook and crany of our home.  No cupboard, closet, or corner is safe.  The City Mission looks forward to my insanity as they are the beneficiaries of much of the stuff I decide we no longer need.  This year, since Mom is in the middle of her downsizing too, we'll be trying to get together a giant tag sale first, but what doesn't sale will immediately be carted off to the mission.

The girls never know which way to turn.  They don't know if it's better to help or just stay out of the way.  Personally, I'd suggest the latter since they risk getting packed into the donate box;)  Having a puppy in the house is a huge inspiration to get things simplified, let me tell you.  Max is still teething and nothing is safe from his chewing.  I look around and think "we didn't need that anyway, I guess";).  So, off I go, earbuds properly in place so I can tune out all the little voices.  First stop, the kitchen... I mean, really, do I NEED 4 sets of mixing bowls anyway?  I think not:)  Wish me well and if you happen to find a cute, freckle faced child or an adorable puppy with lopsided ears that seems to be misplaced, you might ask what their mom is doing.  If the answer is "spring cleaning" just deliver them back at my doorstep.  I probably just got carried away:)