so today is the DAY. THE day. the day i finally had the heart to admit to myself, it’s time to get rid of some of those baby clothes. i mean, yes, i hung on to quite a bit, a single bins worth to be honest, but still…i feel like i might as well took a cleaver to my own arm. sniff sniff. the reason why it was tough, i determined, was because i looked at that little face and said, that’s my baby. that’s my LITTLE baby. until i sifted through the newborn clothes and said, holy cow. that is NOT my LITTLE baby. my teeny tiny baby has been replaced with a chubby baby that is about half my height. i was awestruck when i found myself hauling a sleepy buddy off to bed with his feet dangling somewhere around my knees (when the heck did this happen?!). i felt like i was carrying an anvil to bed. he finally felt like a small boy in my arms. not a baby. ughhhhh, i want to cry. but i’m too tired.
anyways, ultimately, i asked myself…what is worth hanging onto? we are on a single income sitch now. we no longer have the luxury to simply impulse purchase whatever we’re jonesing for this month. and we could use the money if we got rid of a few things. i used to think being grown-up was being able to get whatever we wanted? no, younger joan, it is not. being an adult means if you want to buy everything you want, you have the choice to use the forbidden credit card, only to hate yourself later with the immense buyer’s remorse you self inflicted. well, meh. that’s all i have to say. meh. this is real life, isn’t it? ha. responsibility is such a meanie.
what i thought was really humorous, in retrospect anyways, was that i have this tiffany’s necklace that i had bought myself when my husband and i were mil-to-mil while we were in the air force. we spoiled ourselves often, and this goes without saying, but this was p.b.e. (pre-baby era). i sat there thinking to myself how i never wear this necklace, but i kept finding myself justifying keeping it. what if there’s a special occasion and i want to wear it? what if this is the only time i get to have a real, authentic tiffany’s choker? (note: i didn’t pay full retail for it, i never could bring myself to buy anything from tiffany’s; i found it in a antique shop for about 1/4 of the price).
it suddenly hit me: am i really wanting to hold onto a stupid necklace over having an experience? sure, i can get more necklaces, but having the money to go out and enjoy our lives together is irreplaceable. dur. it’s a no brainer, really. so i immediately snapped some pictures of my $425 tiffany necklace (which i did NOT that much for) and put it on ebay. i feel like i finally got the monkey off my back (what the f- does that MEAN?!). what’s the point in hanging onto a necklace that just sits in my drawer, not being enjoyed?
josh and i recently have been feeling like we’re in a parental rut. josh comes home every day from work, exhausted, then helps me watch the baby. i watch the baby all day, wait for josh to come home, and i am also not feeling up for doing anything. so we stay at home with the baby, waiting for buddy’s bedtime. then it’s the same routine every day. every night. so we joined howaboutwe.com. it’s a site kind of like group on, and you get to go on these discounted dates in the city! like dinner for two on the water, or sushi for two, cocktail hour, or champagne and a ferris wheel. membership fees are $18 and you get a free date every month. we thought this was the perfect solution for the new parent blues. we already have two dates scheduled: a truffle-tasting in seattle and a trip to a brewery to brew our own beer! needless to say, this is exactly what we needed. so with that, you can see why i would feel like a really valuable tiffany’s necklace seems oh-not-so valuable when it comes to the price of quality time together.
and on that note, did you know (i read this in an article somewhere on the internet so you KNOW it’s true) that the average american has, on average (i thought i would say on average again for good measure), about $5,000 worth of stuff they can sell in their home?! i have no idea how they would estimate this, but you know, i believe it. we hold on to so much junk, and we’re convinced that we actually need it. let’s face it: we’re all hoarders of some sort. so today, i dedicated my day to purging.
so i posted a lot of baby clothes on craigslist, my necklace is now on ebay, and i have a fresh new perspective on “things” and what it means to own them. i feel as though today, i am slightly less materialistic than i usually am. and yes, i’m pretty proud of myself. whoopee!!