Two boxes and one grocery bag. That is what I gathered up and took to ARC tonight. After bedtime, but before I pan grilled steak tips for my next two days lunches.
I’m so not kidding about my house being on the track to hoarders. I wish, so desperately, that I was. I guess though, it all makes sense. Cluttered head, cluttered house. I haven’t seen the floor of my laundry room since we got the new washer and dryer. I am stymied the whole kids grow and no longer need clothes thing. The too small clothes wallow in a giant pile (along with my too small/too large clothes) on a table in the laundry area.
I keep wishing for day off without kids. Just a day I tell myself, then it will all be better. I will magically undo months, years of crap in a single day. It never happens. There are other things to eat up my days. Sick kids, sick me. It never happens. And really, who am I kidding. This is going to take more than a day. So instead I feel defeated before I even begin, I sit on the couch, read things on my phone, already having given up. (oh crap, I do sound like an episode of hoarders don’t I)
So, just like lunches, like eating healthier I am trying to take it in small bites. A box, two boxes, a bag, a day. Bedtimes run long, with no time for the gym, but I can still “lose” something. A box, two boxes, a bag, every day.
There is a pint of Hagen Daz in my freezer. It has been there for almost two weeks. It is there to prove a point. I will not let food rule me. I will not let myself give up. Some days I forget it is there. Not today.