Yesterday we had a nice grilled meal with Mom and Dad, followed up by a quiet evening puttering around. Today we went to church and had lunch after with our friends.
I asked Mom if she'd help me de-clutter around the house a little. So this afternoon we went through my dresser drawers, matching socks, throwing away things that were stained or torn, and repairing a pair of pants that needed a zipper fix.
Then we attacked the very difficult Great Room and I went through my desk, filing, throwing away, and organizing. Then we sorted out yards and yards of fabric. I made three stacks: keep, sell/donate, and throw away. Sell/donate and throw away were MUCH larger than keep. I feel virtuously light! Thomas also took a bunch of books to Ukazoo for me, and returned with $4.00. The money doesn't matter, but getting rid of the books was wonderful.
Mom asked (perceptively) if I was so anxious to get rid of things because I was anxious about the upcoming four week visit of my in-laws. I am sure that it has something to do with it.
If you've been here, you know what the house is like...a bit cluttered, a bit fuzzy, a bit down at the heels. Let's face it, I have three dogs and my house is a bit smudgy with nose marks at the level of a Cocker Spaniel. Most of the time I love our little house, except when the Uber-Hausfrau comes to visit. Then it looks shabby, dirty, and sad. Why? Why do I let her opinion matter to me so much. And frankly, it's not even her opinion, it's what I imagine her opinion is going to be. I am messed up!