My house is not particularly big as American houses go. I have around 1,800 square feet: three rooms and two bathrooms. We have some storage space but not much, this house was built in 1953 and I think people had less stuff to store. Today this house is brimming with stuff. It's an assault on the senses. There are toys everywhere. I am constantly tripping, slipping, kicking and stepping on toys.
One bedroom is Logan's office (we also store a piano and some random stuff in there). The other two bedrooms are places we sleep. I used to have many toys in the kids' room but decided it created a distracting sleep environment and moved all the toys into the living/eating room/kitchen area.
It is a total disaster.
I have packed boxes of toys and stored them outside. I thought we would do the cycling of toys. I cycled some toys in and some toys out ONCE in the past six months.
We are literally drowning in toys and stuff in this house.
I am not prepared to sell or get rid of anything (pack rat and totally unable to part with things).
But, I am starting to feel like I am part of the problem.
Every time I buy a toy I throw away or recycle a ton of cardboard and plastic. I am literally filling a landfill every time I buy something new. Stuff comes with more packaging than product. At the end of the month, my credit card bill is something I have to think about because I needed to buy more stuff that is suffocating my household. (Don't worry, I am not overspending, but, I am spending money on things we don't necessarily need and we could save instead.)
How much stuff do I need before I am happy?
I thought the more toys they had, the more occupied my kids would be throughout the day. I was totally wrong. Other than a few select toys (bicycle, tricycle, the toy kitchen, a few other items) toys are awesome for a week and then forgotten. They become something thrown around the house, something I have to pick up and put away on a daily basis. I can't keep my house clean because I can't keep up with all the stuff laying everywhere. I can't wait to get rid of all the toys and box them away. I want to see my floor again. I want to be able to sweep my floor without having to pick up stuff for an hour first.
I am starting to hate stuff. The more stuff I own, the more stuff I want, the more money I spend, the more I have to work and then I want the latest and greatest new stuff and pretty soon I am drowning in stuff and debt and also polluting the world with plastic that isn't biodegradable and it's a vicious cycle I can't leave.
I am hoping Israel will be a cleansing of sorts. A place where I will be living rather sparsely. I won't have most of my stuff and I am going to live for six months without all of my shoes or clothes or books or kitchen gadgets. I crave this Spartan lifestyle. I want empty bookshelves, bare floors, a space with no clutter.
I want to spend this time cleansing my soul on all levels.
This crazy American consumerist lifestyle where I feel the need to own the greatest and latest and newest is preventing me from living with freedom where money does not dictate my happiness.
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I'm a mom. A writer. A lover of good fantasy. A proponent of nursing when possible. A birth advocate. I am absolutely horrible at keeping my house clean or the dishes washed or the laundry done. I strongly believe in women having a positive birth. When we start to respect women's rights to birth the way they want, we can start to treat women as equal people in this world.
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