Is not how many miles it is possible to walk in one’s own home (if my pedometer is to be believed, 3.06 miles per day on average) or the fact that having a place to put all of her toys inspires The Six-Year-Old to put them back without being asked, but rather how much less interested The Six-Year-Old is in TV now that the Toy Rapture has happened.
By donating all the too-young-for-her toys and storing all the too-old-for-her ones, I appear to have achieved Peak Toy Interest for The Six-Year-Old.
It used to be from the moment she walked into the house after school (or woke up in the morning on weekends), The Six-Year-Old clamored for TV every 1 to 10 minutes until 5 p.m. (the hour at which TV is finally allowed). Now she heads straight for the playroom and busies herself with something or other for hours. A few times she’s even glanced at the clock, noticed it’s six, and instead of asking for TV asked me if it was dinnertime yet.
I know. This shouldn’t be a major revelation, but it is.
Clearly a minimalist lifestyle is not in the cards for me. The number of books at Caterpickles Central alone precludes it. However, I can aspire to a house in which everything has both a place and an immediate function, and all the “I may use that sometime” items make their way to a respectable veteran’s group for more timely use by someone else.
(Have I mentioned lately how much I love the fact that you can use Donationtown.com to arrange to have charities like the Vietnam Veterans of America, Habitat for Humanity, and Goodwill pick up massive donations from your front porch for free? I’ve been having these guys out every week lately, and my house is a much nicer place to live because of it.)
- Decluttering reaches fever pitch (Caterpickles)
- Declutter in Your Life and Embrace Minimalism This Weekend (lifehacker.com)
- Why my iPhone is better as a dumbphone (Gizmodo)