Messy!

My house is messy. I dont mean a little untidy. I mean MESSY. It seems that even though I have 5 weeks before we leave, I have lost the ability to pack things away for the thinking "meh its only going in a box soon"
Kinda like not making the bed because you are only going to get back in there in 12 hours....
Not really good enough.
I know I am putting it off because there isnt really an "away" place to put things. It means I will have to sort it and decide the items fate. Its all a bit much really. I am all for procrastination.

I am looking at everything through a strange filter. I keep asking myself how useful something like "this" will be in the desert or on the beach. I can tell you that a whole pile of my posessions seem really stupid all of a sudden. I mean what are you going to do with high heels in red dirt? It may look awesome in a modelling photo shoot, you know the ones, designer sweat, big jewellery, tiny clothes. It may not be so practical teetering around a rugged camp site with venomous snakes under foot.

I also keep looking at the sheer volume of "STUFF" that we have got to squeeze into one van. Now my Hubby is the worlds best packer but this is one challenge he would have to submit to. I am seeing the contents in our three bed room house shrinking and shrinking but it still isnt good enough. Even the pile of stuff in the shed by the front door would just about fill the van.... or the trailer that we dont even own yet. Or have even found!

I have trinkets and gizmos, gadgets and stuff. I have clothes for day and night. I have a sock collection that could sink the Titanic. How many socks does one woman need? In 30 degree heat? I have to let go.

I have found that even though I havent looked at/worn/used something for more than 2 years, once I rediscover it I have all these attachment emotions spring up in me like a well. I swear if the all just vannished ...POOF.... I wouldnt even know. But the finding it and then parting with them is the hard bit.

I have made piles all around my house too.
They are like files in my brain. This pile for the op shop (or garage sale if I can be bothered) another pile for this person or that, and more for reconsideration at a later date. I call these the second chance piles. Its a bit like an episode of Australian Idol... they are all pretty good, but ya gotta whittle 'em down. I am gonna have to get ruthless.


Little Miss seems a bit put off by the way her toys keep disappearing. I am sure she knows something is up. 2yo are pretty keen creatures. She wont let me pack anything away now. I guess she suspects she may never see them again. As a result our lounge room looks like a cresh in full swing. 10 kids couldnt make the mess that Little Miss has managed. And Gawd forbid I should pack away at night.... no sir-eee. There will be hell to pay at some uncivilized hour of the morning, when she discovers the tidy carpet and space under foot.

Anyway it is late. Till next time