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All of this pack-ratting takes place in a house less than 1100 square feet and we are a family of four. The key to my sanity (and to keep from being profiled on Channel 10 News as the “hoarder family on Memorywood Drive”) is to purge, and purge often. With kids it’s a little easier. Even since Prince Jakey-D was little and a toy got broken or ignored for awhile it became “Lost in the Woods” (code name for “I threw the frickin thing OUT“). Many a broken, crappy, where’s-the-parts-to-this-damn-thing toy has gotten Lost In The Woods. He’s the only kid I know that can ride along with Daddy to get milk and come back with two singing pigs and a bag of plastic army guys. Which may explain why we are broke all the time too. Well, this weekend LOTS of stuff will get Lost In The Woods. Trust me, he won’t even notice what’s missing.
Princess Sara-Boo is easier. She just doesn’t play with much. If she’s not playing with her Big Bro’s extensive collection of toys, she’s amusing herself by ransacking the house and leaving trail of havoc and destruction. Needless to say, she’s pretty easy to shop for.
I’m not exempt from this excavation either. Into the donate bag went tons of hair pretties from when I had long hair, many half used containers of eyeshadow (I haven’t worn eye shadow in about 15 years)and my collection of brand new colored tights that I’d rather gouge my eyes out with spoon than wear. In the TRASH went decaying mascara, receipts from Christmas ’06 and an odd assortment of unspeakable products from..um…ahem….our “baby-makin days”. Wow! I’ve emptied an entire dresser drawer! What shall I organize in it? Maybe something crazy like SOCKS.