What a hot, hot, hot, hot mess. I have not posted in so long. I would blame it on the fact that I have been busy, that the kids have been running me ragged, that my house is the most organized and clean that it has ever been (ok, that is a little white lie), that I have been busy developing lungs and other vital body parts for my unborn baby, but instead, I will say that I have not posted because I have not been feeling IT. I am not a fake-the-funk kind of girl when it comes to this blog, my relationships, friendships or any other “-ship” or “ish” for that matter. If I don’t feel it, I can’t fake it. Hopefully you all won’t hold it against me. Enough about me though…..
With Thanksgiving right around the corner, I have been busy getting things ready for the holiday: house, menu, patience, stamina, etc, and I have really started thinking about all of the many things in my life that I have to be thankful for. In all of this thankfulness, I am struck with how much excess is in my house. I pride myself on being the anti-hoarder. If you enjoy a glass of water at my house, set it down and look for the cup (within 5 minutes or so) it is probably already in the dishwasher. So how on earth did I end up with so much STUFF in my house??? By not following my own cardinal rule — the rule that I scream at my kids anytime we are at Target: IT’S NOT ON THE LIST!
Generally when I take the kids shopping it is for a purpose. We need something: toilet paper, shoes, stool softener ( you know important stuff). I made up this rule because wherever we go my kids are able to find at least something that they want… who knew that the laxative aisle would look so appealing to little eyes. Anyway, before we go into stores, I usually tell them not to ask for anything because I am only going to buy what is on the list. And, when I am with them I am very good about sticking to my list. But, as I perused their closets and their playroom, I recognize that the problem with excess in my house is all my fault.
When I am out (solo) I often buy things for the kids/home, etc, because it is nice, cute, on sale, blah blah blah and the items begin to accumulate. I checked, and my middle daughter, Mckinley, has 3 winter coats. THREE. I know that there are some kids who don’t have one (and no wonder my kids are not too distraught when they lose things… they know that Mommy most likely has a replacement at the ready). I am thankful for my life and all of the blessings that we have, but I am also ashamed by the level of excess that I have allowed to accumulate. I am making a new resolution to make sure that I only get things that we need. Am I am going to start living like a black Amish Mother? No, but I do think that I can make a more concerted effort to stop wasting and stop indulging in things that we don’t need and the kids don’t want or appreciate it.
I know this is going to be hard as I was just in A.C. Moore and saw so many things that could keep my kids quiet for hours on end. But, I opted against indulging, wrote the items down and will come back to buy them as part of their Christmas gifts (and when I have my trusty coupons). See, restraint looks good on me!