how fantastically committed i am that we trudged through another 4hours in the boys room the other night, mainly his closet?!  i was a tad emotional about it.  i mean we're weeding out toys and little boy things that aren't going to come back.  my boy is a teen.  and likely will be my only child.  of course the sentimentals are stashed for my grandkids, but it still felt a little overwhelming and just plain sad. 
but he's so awesome about it that i didn't let on to my desires to just put his giant self on my lap and rock him, and i was very open to storing, selling, giving whatever and so we made it through. 
we even added some more practical, fun tweaks to his room and that feels grand for us both.  even since the last tweak there have been many many boys migrating over to our pad and into that room.  it's amazing how the space in which you live and function can have such an effect on your life.  i think he likes his space a lot.

so now i'm in my room.  i can see the floor already!  once i move the yard sale items out it will be quite a dramatic change.  just my closet left to go and my hope is that i will have the nerve to make the contents of it decrease drastically. 

i will tell myself things like:
no, you will not wear that as a costume someday
no, you will not save that for when you lose weight
no, you probably won't get that hemmed or taken in
just because it fits good, doesn't mean that print, or pattern, or design should be worn
and so on...

please tell me you rationalize all the items in your closet too. 

tomorrow is Dday.  the actual yard sale.  the boy is on track to make some dough by the contents of his toy/game pile.  and my word do i hope to do the same!
happy friday!