inner peace through housecleaning

nineteen trader joe's bags, three boxes, a busted laundry basket and an old suitcase's worth of clothes, shoes, sheets and other crap that someone else needs more than we do later, our house is super clean. the kid attending the goodwill truck was a little terrified when we pulled up, our station wagon bottoming out from the weight of all that crap, but he took it all. of course, we still have one of our overflowing five-drawer chests to go through as well as all the junk in the closet/guest pod/quiet room, but there can't possibly be as much stuff to get rid of as we've already carried out.

it feels good. our house is roomier and so is my psyche.

i told my co-worker today about my breakdown over getting rid of the ruffly stuff i was saving for a daughter, expecting some sympathy, but no - she was disappointed i didn't let her know, as her three-year-old granddaughter is in full-on princess phase right now. some of the stuff is already gone, but i think i still have some flowery throw pillows, so when i get to them in the clean-out process, i'll bring them to my neighbor. at least they'll go to someone's little girl, even if it's not my little girl.

meanwhile, my little boy is bringing me some joy. i'm starting to feel him two or three times a day. is there anything better??? i can't wait for him to kick hard enough to penetrate three pregnancies-worth of flab, so justin can make contact.