Tired and Satisfied

I am so tired, ya’ll. I just want to curl up here on my desk and take a nap! I moved on into the boys room today, and sorted one boy’s clothes. One bag to trash, one bag to goodwill, a bunch returned to the rightful owners, and that kid has drawers that open and close freely. And for those of you who have waited all weekend to hear, yes, I DID do dh’s dresser and side of the closet, at his request. That accounted for 1.5 bags of trash, and half a bag to goodwill.

Tomorrow promises more of the same, and I can’t wait. I think I am the only one in this house who understands that things do reach the end of their useful lives, and that throwing out a promo t-shirt with a ripped neckline is not going to alter the trajectory of the earth and result in mass annihilation. For example.

Today, I also put together some dresser drawers that had fallen apart. Please don’t tell anyone, but I get a real kick out of being able to use tools. I don’t go much beyond a hammer and screwdriver, but I find it….fun…in a weird sort of way to make simple repairs with simple tools. It’s…satisfying. It makes me happy. Not in the same way that shoes make me happy, of course, but happy nonetheless.