Monday, October 25, 2010
We had a great time eating our family favorite - tacos and the kids had a blast playing outside in the best weather we've had in months. I was sneaky and had cleaned out a closet full of pictures my Mom had stored over the years. I have been in cleaning mode and though this would be the perfect opportunity to have my brothers help divvy up the pictures and take their own home. We had a blast looking at pictures of us when we were little on up through high school. Some of the pictures we hadn't seen before and the kids thought we were nerds back then but hey.....they just don't know what's cool right?
So my question today is who is supposed to be the keeper of the memories? You know the stuff. Grandma's attic type stuff. The cradle that all four babies and grand babies slept in, the endless boxes of pictures, the quilts, china, and furniture that is sentimental. Oh and lets not forget the 37 boxes of genealogy that I have sitting in my garage. Is it bad that I divvy up the pictures and make my brothers take their own? I have a filing cabinet in my office closet with three whole drawers of pictures of my parents, grandparents and family. What do I do with it? Maybe when life slows down I can scrapbook it (yeah right) or turn it into a video (I wouldn't know where to start). This is what makes me angry. I'm too young to have both parents gone and have to be in charge of the stuff. I know I sound ungrateful but my closets are so full of their stuff that I don't have room to store my own memorabilia.
Another little secret about me since I'm airing my dirty laundry..........I'm a neat freak...... but my closets (the places where people don't see) are a MESS!!! I wish I knew what to do with the stuff and then I could clean out the closets. Oh wouldn't that be so wonderful!?!
Yes, I know this is a heavy Monday post but as I was cleaning up the party mess from last night and feeling so grateful that my brothers were willing to take most of the three boxes of pictures it got me thinking. Since no one is hear to listen to me vent I thought I would share it with the world. Free therapy right? At least it's off my chest, I feel better, and I can go start on the laundry.
Thanks for listening.