The new baby, my daughter and grandson #1 are all moved in and we are finding our rhythm a little more each day. Once again I am reminded (and not in a good way) that I have too much stuff. We have settled my daughter and her little family in the two rooms upstairs. Moving and rearranging closets filled with things we don't use on a regular basis can quickly remind you that it is time for another great purge.
It is amazing how two people, okay mainly one person, can fill up four bedrooms with all manner of material possessions that we think we just cannot live without.
In the meantime I have boxes stacked on the stairway landing and tucked under furniture and I am filled with a sense of unsettledness. It seems like I just gave away so much stuff when I last purged and yet I am still feeling the clutter overwhelming me.
On the bright side of all this, baby Jon and big brother Andrew are adding much needed life and laughter to this old house. I have assumed the four a.m. feeding so that my daughter can get a couple of hours of good sleep and to spite the early hour, combined with the lateness of Olympic coverage, I am loving the quiet time of just me and the little one.
I knew there was a reason I never finished the redo of the upstairs guest room, it has turned into nursery central. I guess sometimes procrastination does pay off.
Happy Monday and thank you for all the new baby love!