We are finally moving Caitlin into a bigger room. She has been in the nursery/office sized room since birth. Let me rephrase that, her earthly possessions have been living in that room, since birth, while she plays musical beds 4-5 nights a week. Sound familiar?
Also we are moving her into a room that used to be a playroom. Here is where the toy District 13 comes in. We have toys everywhere. Some that I received at Caitlin's baby shower. I am such a hoarder. She is too. She cries and carries on as I clean out each plastic bin, bucket, or bag. But I'm over it. Entirely. I feel like the family members of those people on hoarders. How did we let this go so long?
Plus add to that all the baby stuff we still have. Why am I keeping all this stuff? Pack and play, crib, toddler bed (that no one is using!), bottles, clothes, and my arch enemy "the pump". Why is this still here? This uterus is closed! Seriously, I want to tattoo "no vacancy" on my uterus. We are done here. So all that stuff is going too.
The clothes are going to a good home, where a little girlie should be wearing them soon. I'm happy that her and her momma and daddy will get some use out of frilly dresses that were worn ONE TIME! And I'm calling AM Vets to pick up the crib and stuff. I will admit looking at the preemie sized onesies that Mac wore tugged at my heart. Made by uterus get warm and fuzzy. Until both kids were screaming at the top of their lungs over a book, and my uterus went right back to being a frigid bitch.
So if you are wondering, that is where I am, and were I will be until I'm done. In the mean time, my posts maybe few, or I might just need a break to do something besides play Sophie's choice over which princess stay, and which ponies go.
Don't even get me started on Sheriff Woody, who I swear is giving me the evil eye, every time I pop another toy into a garbage bag. I swear these are going to a good home, Woody, I swear!!