Perhaps it is just Spring. Maybe it is reading a colleague's blog about not being sentimental and saving things. Maybe it is that I am just tired of tripping as I walk through the house, but the time has come to purge. I mean really purge. I want a full sized, "have to haul it away on an eighteen wheeler" dumpster so I can get rid of the clothing that doesn't fit, but I keep convincing myself I will get back into. I want to ditch the baby toys which are plastic, worn and well drooled on. I want to get rid of the really BAD children's books (and there are many) that well meaning people bought and we never read! I want to throw out the half dead houseplants that, regardless of how green my thumb is, will never get enough light in this house to grow! Washing curtains, beating rugs - all these cathartic activities are typical of Spring cleaning - and I want to do them all.
It may be a busy weekend.