I just had a great long post, and Firefox dumped me. *weeping*

We finally took down our Christmas tree. Pick up is on Monday, at last!. I don’t understand why they wait so long. By this time the trees are far from their glory days. They have been abandoned, unwatered, unkept and frankly, dead. Poor tree. Shouldn’t have to go out like this. I hate to throw things out, but I am happy to see it go.

I am an admitted pack rat. I like to keep things for “juts in case”, or “what if”. It drives Mike fucking nuts. He hates it with a passion. I could find a reason to an empty toilet paper roll if I was challenged. I keep many things. But today is a different story.

We took the tree down and moved all Carter toys that were barfed all over my living room into the newly found space. I cleaned out his toy box and took out all the stuff that was too young for him now and threw out the broken things. Then I started to the entire living room; purging random things that I really had no idea what they were for. I would usually keep something that I don’t know what it is because “What if I find the thing that it belongs to?”, today, fuck it. Toss it.

It really feels so liberating to pitch shit. I liked it. A lot. I feel like doing more… I just worry that when I am my normal (I use that term lightly) self again I might regret that I tossed some things. LOL