Today was rough.
It was day #2 of going through baby clothes. 250 little onesies, sleepers, dresses, shirts, hats, teeny tiny socks, overalls and bibs. I sorted them into piles of Girl, Boy, Gender Neutral, Craft and Keep. The Girl, Boy and Gender Neutral ones all had to be buttoned, folded and taken pictures of to sell. It took an hour just to do that part. I filled a tote of my favorite outfits from Will and Katie. I spent about two hours looking into how to make quilts and teddy bears out of them.
Then there was a tiny pile. I allowed myself to keep less than ten outfits. Just the ones I love the most, the ones you don't really see in stores. The ones I would remember were missing if we have another baby. I'll be putting them into a small box, which will get stored in an attic closet. Most likely, they'll sit next to my Arms Reach Cosleeper, which I bargained for at 5 AM before the sun was even up last year, just because I wanted it so much for my next baby. Those two things will probably be all that remains of our baby stash, unless I can allow myself a stroller too. I do love strollers, and I have ones that cost over a thousand dollars individually.
Bringing up the cosleeper makes me sad in another way. I have no drive to go to yard sales anymore. I LOVE yard sales. Every year, I start getting that "itch" in February, that longing to wake up at 4 am each Saturday in April and May, armed with a baggie of quarters and a thin wallet with a few bills. I then spend morning to noon scouting out baby clothes, swings, bouncers, strollers...anything to do with babies or princess or Disney stuff. I then proudly lug it home and look over my little treasures.
No drive this year. No itch or longing. What is there to go for? All the great things I always have on my want list are scratched off, not needed anymore. What's the point?
Instead, this year I'll set up at a few yard sales and be selling those treasures, too many that never got to be used.
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