This morning, as I walked into my son’s room, I was struck by the chaos. His school project was haphazardly spread across the floor, surrounded by colored pencils, scissors, and glue sticks. Half-empty bottles of body spray and lotion cluttered his desk, while Tupperware containers overflowed with a bizarre, sticky slime. A long-forgotten action figure lay nearby, its hair a tangled mess, alongside a pile of mismatched socks.
Instead of admiring his creativity or the sunlight shining through the window (which only highlighted the dust), my mind raced: “This is overwhelming. Didn’t we just declutter? How does this happen? Can broken toys actually multiply? What is that smell? If he gets more slime on this carpet, I might lose it!”
Then it hit me. This was the same Tupperware I had searched for just earlier while trying to store leftovers. “Where did all the Tupperware go?” I’d yelled, only to be met with silence from my kids. And yet here it was, scattered across the floor of his room.
For me, nothing triggers a purge like a chaotic mess. The moment I see sticky slime drying in my kitchen, I’m ready to toss it all. I might find myself dancing with joy after a good declutter session—it’s a kind of happiness that money can’t buy.
I acknowledge I should keep more of their school projects. There was a time when every drawing and note was saved in a large container along with report cards and even leaves they found. But let’s be real—I’m a natural purger. Having children has made me feel guilty about discarding their creations, yet I can’t help my instinct to declutter.
Clutter in my home is a source of anxiety. I thrive in a tidy environment, and I’m more of a tosser than an organizer. When faced with clutter, I can go from calm to “Give me another trash bag, and let’s get this over with!” in mere seconds.
Sure, I recognize some of the items I’ve tossed may carry sentimental value. Maybe I’ve tossed a collection of feathers and sticks that they cherished, but honestly, those feathers were from a seagull—definitely not something worth keeping.
Will I regret not saving every toy or picture? Unlikely. But I would regret the chaos that would ensue if I allowed all this stuff to pile up around me. My home is a happy space post-purge, and somehow, my children have learned to adapt. They’ve hidden their precious items and understand that if their belongings overflow, they might just disappear.
This approach saves us all a significant amount of stress, which is why I continue to embrace my purging tendencies. For more insight into managing your home life, check out this excellent resource for pregnancy and home insemination. Also, for further information on self-insemination options, visit this authority on home insemination kits.
Summary
In this reflective piece, Emily Carter shares her experiences with the chaos of her children’s belongings and the anxiety it brings her. She acknowledges the sentimental value of their creations but emphasizes her need to maintain a clutter-free home for her mental well-being. By embracing her purging instinct, she fosters a happier living environment while teaching her children to manage their possessions.