"discoveries"

I'm not a big talker most of the time, but I think about lots of things in my head all the time.  I recently decided it would be good for me to write some of these things down as a way to express myself since I'm not great at saying what I think and feel.  So be prepared to get more of a glimpse into my wacky mind. :)

1.  I get anxious when I don't feel prepared.  For those of you that know us, our apartment is filled with an assortment of "stuff".  I make myself feel better about it by saying, "it's not just junk, it's actually good things like a giant bottle of Resolve refill stain remover, food storage, a big Costco pack of tp, 20 sticks of deodorant, 3 big scrapbook packs of paper, 10 winter beanies apiece...mostly all things we would use eventually.  We will be moving in 5 months.  So to avoid moving with the most massive moving truck available, we have tried to de-junk, eat down our food storage, and also to stop buying in bulk for now.  I had to buy a normal sized bottle of dish soap the other day (as opposed to a giant Costco sized one) and today I noticed we have used about 1/4 of it.  I felt a little panic inside, knowing I didn't have any more in the cabinet, and immediately thought, "i'll go to the store today and pick up another 2 or 3 just in case we run out".  It's important to be prepared, but I need to keep with my resolve to only buy things on an as needed basis for the next few months.  Better squash any hoarding tendencies now too, because we all know how those go thanks to Hoarders.

2.  Silver lining?  As I was sweeping up teeny tiny bits of newspaper that were cut up by one such 3 year old, I thought to myself that maybe there is a reason children are so messy.  Mothers are all so busy raising their children that housework takes second stage often. (def mine does!)  When an unplanned mess comes up, that's usually what get first priority.  Perhaps it would be a long time before that chore got any attention otherwise.  For example:  changing those just-wet-the-bed-in-sheets.  mopping that just-spilled-juice-all-over-floor.  scrubbing that just-pooped-in-bath-tub.  Who knows when I would have gotten around to sweeping the floor next if it wasn't for those minuscule bits of newspaper, graciously gifted by my 3 year old.