We've all done it. Woken up one morning thinking, right, today is the day that I clear out that room. You've put it off for long enough, now you just want it over and done with. You've no plans, it's raining outside so today is a good a day as any.
And I'm sure, like the rest of us, you've started off with gusto, making your way to the room armed with bin bags and cleaning products telling yourself that if you've not used something in the last six months, it's going.
The first couple of hours are normally quite productive and we all do seem to follow a set routine by starting off with the general rubbish. Then the paperwork gets tackled because that's relatively easy to sort through too as it gets filed or binned. It's only once you've got past the easy part that the clearing out process becomes so much more complicated.
You find something that you thought you'd lost for ages. You start digressing by reading or playing with things long forgotten. You start getting bored. It's already been three or four hours and you are surrounded by bin bags and rubbish with no end in sight. Then there are the bits that you really don't know what to do with. That teddy from your childhood. The other three hundred teddies that your partner bought you. A particular framed photograph. The idea is to clear the room out completely but what to do with those darned bears? Charity shop or attic? Either way, you know you'll never see those poor teddies again because the beauty of attics is you can throw things up there willy nilly and never have to worry about it again (until it's time to clear the attic out, but that's OK, it's a good ten years down the line!)
And the reason I have discovered just how complicated the clearing out process is? Because our office is being converted into the nursery. Which means everything has to go. Everything. The desk got moved into the spare bedroom but before any of the furniture could be moved it took a whole two days to clear everything out. Two weeks later there are still bits left which I just don't know what to do with.
Thankfully we are nearly there. What's being thrown out has been thrown out. What's being relocated has been relocated. And what's going into the attic has just gone up. But it meant that I had to be hard and sadly, some of those poor bears just did not make it.
It's tough being a girl.
And I'm sure, like the rest of us, you've started off with gusto, making your way to the room armed with bin bags and cleaning products telling yourself that if you've not used something in the last six months, it's going.
The first couple of hours are normally quite productive and we all do seem to follow a set routine by starting off with the general rubbish. Then the paperwork gets tackled because that's relatively easy to sort through too as it gets filed or binned. It's only once you've got past the easy part that the clearing out process becomes so much more complicated.
You find something that you thought you'd lost for ages. You start digressing by reading or playing with things long forgotten. You start getting bored. It's already been three or four hours and you are surrounded by bin bags and rubbish with no end in sight. Then there are the bits that you really don't know what to do with. That teddy from your childhood. The other three hundred teddies that your partner bought you. A particular framed photograph. The idea is to clear the room out completely but what to do with those darned bears? Charity shop or attic? Either way, you know you'll never see those poor teddies again because the beauty of attics is you can throw things up there willy nilly and never have to worry about it again (until it's time to clear the attic out, but that's OK, it's a good ten years down the line!)
And the reason I have discovered just how complicated the clearing out process is? Because our office is being converted into the nursery. Which means everything has to go. Everything. The desk got moved into the spare bedroom but before any of the furniture could be moved it took a whole two days to clear everything out. Two weeks later there are still bits left which I just don't know what to do with.
Thankfully we are nearly there. What's being thrown out has been thrown out. What's being relocated has been relocated. And what's going into the attic has just gone up. But it meant that I had to be hard and sadly, some of those poor bears just did not make it.
It's tough being a girl.
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