The kids and I are on some form of Spring Break this week.
Our CC community has a break paired with us trying to get out the door for Cali this weekend equals not much school work getting done.
Instead I think we are teaching life lessons like how to blow your nose and how to pick up legos effectively.
That’s right. This morning, I felt well enough to get out of bed, put on clothing that buttons and actually do something with my life. The cold to put all other colds to shame is moving on and I am starting to get some energy back.
So today…today we conquered the third floor.
The whole mess of moving everything up there has been something that has been avoided. I've been in denial about it like William Hale Thompson about the presence of the mob. I mean, I am really, really good at side-stepping the issue. But alas, I’ve decided it would be nice to to be able to visit an entire floor of our home this milennium so I’m embracing the need for change.
Today the kids and I were up there looking at it as though we were expecting to see the mushroom of the nuclear explosion that obviously caused all of the mess to still be in the sky. Because, it was a legit mess. How two children who are almost teenagers can trash a room to the degree that this room was trashed is beyond me.
And I’m sure I am not the only one who has been in this situation but for real, what are they thinking? I found things like food dye and a funnel among the rubble. I mean, I know when I’m in the kitchen I think to myself. I’m going to go and have some alone time so what should I take with me? Hey look…a funnel.
These people are weird.
Anyway, we made a good dent in the mess, there is no way I would classify it as done but we are getting there. We did also amas some books that needed to be brought down to the new homeschool room.
I’m pretty sure that bringing anything new into a setting is what causes you to see things with fresh eyes for when we brought these books down I suddenly saw the state of our bookshelves with the apparent horror they deserve.
This is what the bookshelves look like? When did they get like this? Who put that there? How long have they looked like this?
And so I am now off to purge and throw away and yell and purge some more in order to get the books from the 3rd floor to fit on the shelves. I secretly have this battle within myself when I have to put something on these shelves... Having limited shelf space makes me have to make decisions and get rid of books we aren't using but geesh, I just hate that so much. There's no wonder in getting rid of books.
I feel the need to admit to you that I am in fact addicted to purchasing vintage children's books but that convo is for a totally different day.
I’m off to clean!
And here’s our finished product! It’s not bad! I did have to get rid of some pretty great books which always makes me sad but with CC this is our last time going through Cycle 1 with our kiddos (only with Cal right now actually!) so we won’t be using those books anymore.
Don’t you hate getting rid of books?
What do you guys do when you get rid of books? Do you donate them? Sell them? I’m kind of interested in selling them simply because a lot of them are living vintage books and I know there is a specific market for books like that. Otherwise people pass them by. Comment with how you get rid of books, I’d love to know!