So after the weekend, I’m still trying to capture that feeling of complete happiness. Its like a drug I’m looking for it constantly. I want it. I loved. I know that if I find it again it will give me eternal youth and happiness (I’m only kidding I know it will just make me more beautiful…lol) I just really, really want to have it all the time with out having to get in that big old girl and head yonder. Im sure that it comes down to simplicty and less is more and all that. That I am sure.
Anyway yesterday was washing day; who am I kidding everyday is washing day, and that feeling of complete happiness which I have come to equate with the simple life wasn’t in my machine, nor was it it in the dryer, clothes line or my boys cupboards and draw’s. What I did discover was that they have more clothes than you and I could have put together. We could clothe China with what my boys and my husband (a whole other post) have in their cupboards. Why so many and what for? Really why would anyone require that many outfits? Its crazy and its glutenous.
So I put down the basket picked out a number and culled and I mean culled. I picked the number eight (I have an attachment to eight its one of those quirky things about me..I like quirky its better than crazy…lol). So we now have eight shirts and eight shorts. Not including school uniforms which are four shirts and three pants. We also have three good outfits which include dress jeans, pants and shirts. Still I think that 8 is to many but Im allowing for rips etc that are unfix able. For the excess clothes they have either been boxed away for hand me downs or have been or will be donated to my favourite local charity.
I will admit that I didn’t get that bursting with love feeling but I did get “done baby..I’m the master all that rubbish and satisfaction”. I’m happy. Im a little bit more orgainised which is essential and helpful. The boys aren’t happy, FIFO husband is nervous as he knows that his cupboard is next but mummy’s happy and whats more important than that?
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