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Taming the monster



What started as me deciding to spend 30 minutes picking out clothes to donate from my closet .. Turned into about 2 hours of folding t shirts, jeans and deciding winter was far enough away that all sweaters and coats could be packed away. My closet was a walk-in diaster. My cat had lived in it all winter, knocked stuff down, slept on it, fuzzed up clothes and built forts. No lie. 
I had been living in the same two pairs of jeans and 5 shirts off my bedroom floor (closet #2 😂). First things first, all the T shirts from OLD JOBS were the first to get put in donation pile. I don't need memories of "that place" and they were all too small, waaay too large or tan/beige/grey ..all the wrong unhappy colors that just say JOB when you look at them. Bye!
So that happened yesterday. Major project that still needs work but for now it is peaceful enough to my brain to leave it alone. I have two large loads of laundry to do because my clothes look like...well like a cat has been sleeping on them all winter. 😾
Did I need a treat after all that? Yes. Yes I did! I only ate half but holy moly this macaron ice cream sandwich from Joy that BBBop carries ...off the wall in the decadence department! Dangerous! If everything is still shut down around my birthday in a month I have no problem with this being my "cake". 🤤🤤
So Saturday was crazy closet laundry adventure and rest. Today it's studio and work projects, possibly disc golf if I can get my legs to work. Body is saying chill... Spirit is saying GO PLAY. I don't know who is winning this war 
Feeling very on top of things now that I don't have that monster lurking... My closet disaster has been a nagging thing in my mind for the whole pandemic.
Hope everyone is having a great little weekend out there!

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  1. Closet cleaning is the worst. So many clothes on the ground that WERE clean but now need to be washed. Ugghh. Especially when I have my regular loads of laundry waiting to be washed. I cleaned my bathroom yesterday. Killed that monster. The counter was covered in clothes that I didn't want to put back in the closet or dresser because they weren't clean, but not dirty enough to be washed! LOL! Then my silly child had wanted hamburgers and I love her to death so I spent the afternoon making buns and we had an unusual treat of real wheat bun hamburgers and potato wedges. Then we played Mario Kart. It was a good day. Have a wonderful Sunday!

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    1. Ooh burgers and Mario kart... That sounds old-school fantastic! Ugh closets are the worst 😒 now to try to keep clothes off the floor. It's so not me. I'm a tosser of clothes 😂😂😂

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