April Resolution
Resolutions so far this year:
January = being happy. This nearly derailed last night when my one year old got hold of my phone and somehow thought mommy would just love teeth marks over the touch screen. The worst of it, I can't be angry with the teething one year old, I have to be angry with myself for not putting the bloody phone out of reach. Deep breath. I'm back. Smile. Happy.
February = sexy sleepwear. After painting the bedroom wall in my silk nighty and getting purple paint over it I'm not sure it quite counts as sexy, but at least there are no hello kitties in sight.
March = read rules of squash. I came, I read, I'm more confused than ever.
So we get to April and I feel in the giving mood. Therefore...
April resolution = donate unused clothes to charity.
Now before you start patting me on the back (but please get that itchy spot below the right shoulder blade while you are there), I actually have already cleared out my closet (apart from the skeletons), washed and sorted through too big, too small, too not black, too bought by my mother when I was twelve and placed them into bags of various colours and sizes.
Stop being impressed. I did that months ago.
And they are still sitting at the door of my bedroom. (See, I don't look so shiny anymore, now do I?)
It's not that I don't want to donate them. It's just that as I very rarely walk out of the front door, but more bolt with a baby in the one hand while still trying to put on large amounts of black eyeliner with the other, bags of clothing simply stay at the bedroom door.
Now over the months the contents has become less (no, no, I don't go dig in it for that mini skirt I thought I looked "oh so fab" in when I was sixteen), I just hand out as knocks on the door are followed by someone in need.
So one could argue that I don't need to go and formally hand it over at a charity as it is reaching those in need. Fine, you got me: I am selfish.
But is it really so horrible that I want to walk into my bedroom without having to clamber over bags of clothes? Especially if it does benefit others as a side effect?
I think not.
January = being happy. This nearly derailed last night when my one year old got hold of my phone and somehow thought mommy would just love teeth marks over the touch screen. The worst of it, I can't be angry with the teething one year old, I have to be angry with myself for not putting the bloody phone out of reach. Deep breath. I'm back. Smile. Happy.
February = sexy sleepwear. After painting the bedroom wall in my silk nighty and getting purple paint over it I'm not sure it quite counts as sexy, but at least there are no hello kitties in sight.
March = read rules of squash. I came, I read, I'm more confused than ever.
So we get to April and I feel in the giving mood. Therefore...
April resolution = donate unused clothes to charity.
Now before you start patting me on the back (but please get that itchy spot below the right shoulder blade while you are there), I actually have already cleared out my closet (apart from the skeletons), washed and sorted through too big, too small, too not black, too bought by my mother when I was twelve and placed them into bags of various colours and sizes.
Stop being impressed. I did that months ago.
And they are still sitting at the door of my bedroom. (See, I don't look so shiny anymore, now do I?)
It's not that I don't want to donate them. It's just that as I very rarely walk out of the front door, but more bolt with a baby in the one hand while still trying to put on large amounts of black eyeliner with the other, bags of clothing simply stay at the bedroom door.
Now over the months the contents has become less (no, no, I don't go dig in it for that mini skirt I thought I looked "oh so fab" in when I was sixteen), I just hand out as knocks on the door are followed by someone in need.
So one could argue that I don't need to go and formally hand it over at a charity as it is reaching those in need. Fine, you got me: I am selfish.
But is it really so horrible that I want to walk into my bedroom without having to clamber over bags of clothes? Especially if it does benefit others as a side effect?
I think not.
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