I am weary today. My head feels full and my heart, not so much. I have accomplished what needs to be done today and a little bit more.
Youngest and I went to the grocery store and shopped the special deals, sales, and coupons. We are having a crowd for Thanksgiving and I am trying to spread out the shopping so it comes from multiple paychecks. Shopping only for our Thanksgiving meal, we spent $70.35 for 46 items. We saved $45.80. I’m going to count that as school for the day. We’ll call it consumer science or home management, or “how to save a crap-ton of money and host an awesome Thanksgiving celebration without breaking the bank”.
I cleaned out the pantry and ditched the expired items and unhealthy food that creeps in somehow despite my best intentions to be careful about what we eat.
I tried on a bunch of clothes this morning in an effort to get dressed to go out in public. I definitely have public clothes and home clothes – home involves art, painting, cleaning the chicken coop, and various other aspects of real life. Home clothes don’t last very long. I felt fat, nothing seemed to fit right, and I was just generally unhappy. When I got home, I realized that all of those clothes ended up in a pile that the dogs knocked to the floor and made a comfy bed out of. More laundry and more clutter. I guess it’s time to once again go through the wardrobe and get rid of the “if” clothes…if I were thinner, if I wasn’t walking around in a 50 year old body that birthed 4 kids, if I actually wore something that needed to be dry-cleaned, ironed or hand-washed…
When I lost a lot of weight, clothes shopping was hard. I had worn “fat” clothes (oversize T-shirts, sweats, baggy jeans or anything else that helped me hide and ignore my weight) for so long that I didn’t know who I was – what I wanted to look like. I did almost all my shopping at thrift stores so I could accommodate my changing size and try out different styles. That means there’s stuff in my closet that just isn’t me. Time for it to go.
But first, I’m going to pay attention to me. I’m not going to underestimate or under-value the importance of taking care of myself – of noticing the symptoms that mean I’m overdoing it or pushing myself too hard. I’m going to intentionally rest and recharge. I’m going to sit, make some art, and watch a cozy British mystery on the telly. Youngest is going to snuggle with me and read while wrapped up in a blanket. We may fall asleep. It’s that type of day. My thoughts can settle. My heart can fill with love. All shall be well.
Declutter for the day:
- A small trash bag from the pantry. Out-of-date food, junk food, empty containers from opened foods that were combined and miscellaneous trash. Donated, trashed and recycled.
- A vintage dish that could be cool to organize and store something in, but it’s empty and I’m not going to refill it. Donate.
- Coat hangers from past declutters. All the laundry is caught up and they are still empty. Donate.
- A large wire spool that we have used as a table on the deck – falling apart but still hanging around. On the burn pile.
- And to be done: clothes from my closet. I promise I’ll do it today so we’ll count it now.