Yesterday afternoon, I started going through my closets and found tons of shit that I really should have gotten rid of ages ago, but insist on moving with me from place to place. I got rid of 1 huge garbage sack of clothes, 2 Nordstrom bags of garbage, and packed 1 whole box of clothes that will not be worn before we move, and probably not even after we move.
Since having 2 additional children 10 1/2 months apart almost 4 years ago, my body has given me the big old "fuck off" and it decided to stay exactly where it was on weight. And having all 3 children c-section has done wonders for my stomach, you know. The best thing I can say is at least they just re-opened the same scar over and over again, and of course, I have 3 beautiful children to show for it.
Anyway, I packed a pair of size 4 Abercrombie & Fitch jeans that I can honestly say, I have no chance of ever wearing again. Even if I ever get to that size again, my baby jello belly would never allow the buttons to close. I also packed a dress I got in Hawaii for a Luau, when I was 18 and a size 0. Again, why have I dragged this with me over the years? And why do I continue to hang it up in every closet. If I'm keeping it for the memories, why can't it go in a box? Who knows. For some reason, my wedding dress from my first marriage also keeps getting moved with us. I just don't know what to do with it. I spent a lot of money on that dress, it just feels weird to just ditch it at a women's shelter or the Goodwill. I'm not crafty, so I can't make something else out of it, either. Anyone have any ideas? Honestly, I packed a whole box of shit like this. I mean, I am working at losing weight, and I think I've finally committed myself to doing it, but am I ever going to be a size 0 again? Probably not. I don't think I'd want to, either.
I also went through the kids crap, and man, I need to stop feeding them or something. I just went through their clothes at the beginning of the summer, and I still got a garbage sack of clothes out of their rooms, too. Today, I am going to pack the stuff they won't be wearing anytime soon, too. Like sweaters, sweatshirts, track pants, and winter coats. We also need to get their toys down to one bin a piece. Right now, Kenzie has a bin for dress-up clothes, a bin for her kitchen food and appliances, and a bin for all her other toys. Plus she has a 3' by 3' castle in her room, her chair, and a kitchen. The girl has too much crap. The boys have 3 bins, a computer desk, computer, t.v. and VCR, and a couple of chairs in their room. Do kids really need all this shit? We have only lived in our condo for 8 months, and before we moved, I went through all their toys and got rid of tons of them. How did they get back to where they were before we moved? I can answer that, actually.
The woman won't stop buying them crap, I mean, stuff. And once we are up there, it is going to be worse. But at least I can make her keep it at her house. She is already looking for a toy box to keep at her house for them. Kenzie is going to end up with 5 because my mom can't say no to her. Ever. She just has to say "Nanna, I really want this." and then she'll wrap her chubby little arms around Nanna's leg or neck, and she gets it. My mom should buy stock in Target and Toys'R'Us so that she can earn some of her money back.
Anyway, I need to get dressed, feed the kids, and go on a hunt for boxes.