'I think we're going on vacation.'
There's nothing like a few episodes of 'Hoarders' to motivate one to clean out the closets! I made a rule, that if I haven't used it within the year, it was going out. Well, of course that didn't last long, but I did make substantial headway. I took boxes and bags full of items to the Goodwill. Next came the stuffed animals. I had lots of them. Why? I don't know. I guess because they all showed up on my doorstep and I couldn't turn them away. Okay, maybe not. I'm not sure how things like that accumulate, but it was time to clean out. And rather than throwing them out, I donated them. That means that someone else will get to enjoy those cute and sweet bears. I hauled them out to the truck. Then I went back into the house to get another load.
By the time I returned, my husband had lined these guys up at the back of the truck and said in his most plaintive (and annoying) little animal voice, 'I think we're going on vacation.'
I HATE IT when he does that. He's undermining my resolve to clean out this house! But that wasn't all. He continued. 'Mom? Is that you? It's dark in here, Mom. Where are we, Mom? Mom? Mom?...'
Now of course he's saying this for the benefit of a woman who can't stand to see a doll face down on a bed because it can't breathe. I felt terrible. I felt like I was sending my stuffed animals to the animal shelter, for Pete's sake!
And of course, he just kept it up, ad nauseam...
I really hope Goodwill is a no-kill shelter and that all the stuffed animals will find happy little boys and girls who will love them and make sure they're never face down on the bed.
'Mom? Where're we going, Mom?'
On now through August 8