Anyway, back to the mess in the living room. It is big. (The mess, not the living room.) And here's why. The apartment was already in somewhat of a need-to-be-picked-up sort of state already. Then I went on a purging rampage and decided to pull out all the stuff that we won't need in the next 9 months that would make me really frustrated with myself if we actually paid to move it.
Yes, you read that right, there is light at the end of the tunnel! Someday we will move! And that projected someday is in approximately nine months. (And, no, that amount of time has nothing to do with a baby. I'm not pregnant.) It has to do with Bryan graduating in 9 months! Hooray hooray! Perhaps I'm a little prematurely excited, but I don't care.
Once again, let's get back to the mess in the living room. See, the place where we live has yard sales once a month during the summer, always on the first Saturday of the month. You know what next week Saturday is? The first Saturday of August... a.k.a. the last yard sale of the summer... a.k.a. probably the last yard sale before we MOVE. (Glorious!) So I'm trying to get rid of as much extra junk now as I possibly can. Hopefully we'll make millions selling all our junk, but in case we don't, we have a bit of a neighborhood freesale coming up next month too, so we can get rid of the rest of our
Here's what I didn't plan: what to do with a living room full of junk until NEXT Saturday. Especially since it means I basically can't let Olivia down on the living room floor right now. Because she has becoming a scooting-all-over-the-place-and-getting-into-everything maniac. And our bedroom floor is off limits because it's super messy too (uh, and has an iron/ironing board set up at all times and a floor-length mirror that's sitting on the floor and not attached to anything). So that basically leaves her bedroom... which we never hang out it... which is why it's clean... and putting her in her exersaucer (a.k.a. "baby jail") which she is getting pretty sick of.
So, here's a quiz for you:
Getting rid of extra stuff can be...
c. a little nerve-racking
d. embarrassing (Such as when you realize you have three junky game sets that you never use and you know you just bought one of them a couple of months ago at a yard sale. Why???)
e. all of the above
Also, I know that this may not be a big deal to any of you, but I have finally made the big decision. I am getting rid of our extra mugs. The ones that match the dishes we got for our wedding. The ones that, ironically, I'm the least emotionally attached to. Well, I'm getting rid of 4 of them. Which leaves us still with 8 other mugs. That we will probably never use. And I'm getting rid of the ones that came with our set of Corelle wear dishes. Hopefully people will want to buy match sets at the yard sale. Otherwise I might save them to use as Christmas gifts for neighbors (you know, with cookies and hot chocolate packets and stuff). We'll see.