I’m a list maker. I’ve always made lists, and while I hate seeing what seems like a never ending list of things I need to accomplish, I absolutely love drawing a line through things as I DO finish them. With the upcoming move my to do lists have grown exponentially, and my patience with just about everything has basically evaporated. But, I can say that I’ve gotten the majority of the things completed. One of the tasks I’ve kind of held off on has been selling all our “junk” and things we won’t be taking with us to Key West. Mostly it’s consisted of things we upgraded (ie: lamps in our living room) but there have been a few other things that I didn’t really WANT to sell.
Case in point: early last summer, before I nearly cut my thumb off, I made a sand and water table for Xander and hand-painted a half dozen different types of fish and sea life all over it. But, movers are known to not be so gentle with things, so we decided it would probably be best to sell the water table before we left and then I can make another one once we get to Key West.
Paul thought it’d take a while to sell it, but I knew otherwise. Turns out I was right. I put it on Craigslist and then posted the link in our play group. I got several emails with interest, and a few moms in the play group wanted it also. It was sold within four hours, and the lady came and picked it up today. I’m totally going to blame it on the pregnancy, but I had a few tears in my eyes as Paul helped her load it into her car. Mostly because I’m not sure I’ll ever paint something that detailed ever again, but also because Xander started pulling himself up to standing once the table was finished, and we played with it all summer long.
I probably wouldn’t be like this if I ever got rid of any of his stuff, but since we knew we wanted more kids (and we really wanted a boy!) I kept everything. Later on once the boys are grown and I’m getting rid of old toys and clothes I’ll probably get sentimental all over again, or maybe selling the water table will remind me that even though we don’t have it any more, his toys are getting loved by other babies and their mommas are getting to enjoy them the same way I have been able to.