This time of year, right before the holidays while we’re changing out kids closets for the seasons (and sizes), makes me feel like a spoiled glutenous hoarder I have piles of clothes in every nook of my house There are toys everywhere, and oh, the uneaten food!
At this particular moment I am fighting an internal rage to scream. Loudly. I have already threatened once today to thrown every last thing out if I don’t get help putting the clothes away. Lord please help the next member of my family that complains about something they have, something that is better than half? tree quarters off the world?
How did we develop this life that when surrounded by stuff we are still complaining that it’s not this that or the other? How can we be in a house overflowing with stuff and still need more? I am ashamed embarrassed and simply done.What’s worse is that we have almost reached our goal of 500 pounds and it doesn't feel like we shed one stinking thing.
I am as much at fault as the kids. I stroll through the store and I see a sweater on clearance, in the cart it goes. I swing through the Starbucks drive-thru when there is coffee (albeit cold) at home. This morning we went out for donuts when we could have eaten the cereal on hand.
At the same time we have worked hard to be where we are. We know (most of the time) that we are so very blessed and we thank God all the time for the opportunities he has presented us. But is being thankful enough when we still complain and want more.
This has been weighing on me all year, I have written about it more than once but nothing changes. Or it changes for a moment and then we fall back it in. Is it possible to be minimalist when you have a house full of growing children?
I want it all and I want nothing, all at the same time.