The Cat Made Me Do It

It has occurred to me that I am holding on to WAY too many memories. I have tried to make my new house MY home. It displays the things I love and cherish. In the back of it all there are still a few reminders of the ex.

One of the rooms I have been dying to change for a while now is my bedroom. I wanted my bedroom to have a more romantic feel. Instead, I had been content to sleep under the same old cotton I had been for years. NOT anymore! As part of the new me, last week I went out and bought a lavender colored, satiny comforter, silk sheets, and some new pillows. I swear I had the best sleep ever!!! I arranged candles here and there and made the tv less of the focal point. My new room is a complete expression of me. It has the girlie charm, yet it’s not too over powering.

Looking around my house there are a lot of little things that were apart of my old life. A picture here, a glass there. It’s time to put the past to rest. Clear out the things that were just a tie to the past. I’ve boxed up the pictures, given the kids the collectibles they wanted. I’ve painted the walls in colors that describe who I am. Vibrant oranges and greens. Good bye to the country charm, hello to the Tuscany.

My closet had become a ‘mommy’ room. I traded in all my ‘dressy’ clothes for sweats and t-shirts. The majority of my clothes were ill fitted and hiding the figure that running after 5 kids had given me. A trip to the mall and some wonderful sales people I have a new wardrobe that compliments me. I’ve discovered new fabrics and styles I never would have thought to even try on. I can’t wait to go out now

I think the most important part of my cleaning was redefining what was important to my definition of ‘family’. For WAY too long the TV was the place we all gathered. The writer’s strike was a great motivation to find new things to do. Now we have family game night, go out swimming almost weekly, have Friday night dance parties, and just enjoy each others company. I’ve had comments from people how much different the kids and I have become. We are much more of a unit now. The TV was a huge piece of clutter that needed to go. We still watch some show but it’s not our source of entertainment anymore. We’ve discovered that spending time together working on a project is a way better use of our time!

Becoming single after so many years was a bit terrifying. How was I gonna start over? There was a lot I needed to declutter, remove from my home so that I could finally move on. I still haven’t decided what I am going to do with some of the things. For now my past sits in my storage room in a tote marked, Old Me.