Sentimental Twit

I have been recently having storage space-related panic attacks.

"So much CRAP, not enough place to put it all!!"

My heart begins to race and stress levels rise as I look at the sea of clutter that surrounds me. As soon as I feel like I have got it under control, a clutter tidal wave of kids and husband crashes over me.

Today, as I am packing away a bunch of cleaning supplies (oh, this EXCITING earthly existence I lead!), I came across a bulb syringe we had from when Nicky was born.

You know, the thing that suctions your baby's nose before he learns to blow it himself? Yeah, one of those things.

We took it from the hospital, at the suggestion of someone we knew, as it was much better than anything you could buy. (Our little contribution to the rising cost of American healthcare.)

It worked like a charm, an important tool in the comfort of our child. We saved it and brought it half-way round the world to use for our second child. Then, it somehow managed to find its way in the back of the laundry room storage closet.

It's broken now. A hole in the side keeps it from suctioning. I felt strangely attached to the bulb syringe in my hand as I remembered those early days with my son. It was one of the things in his bag that came home with him when he was four days old. I sat there, deciding whether or not to throw it away or pack it away.

Never mind that I have no plans to use it ever again. Nevermind that it is broken and couldn't be used again, anyway. Nevermind that I used this thing to suction the snot out of my childrens' noses. Um, gross. I was contemplating whether or not it should make it's way into the trash.

Needless to say, it is in the trash now.

And I have had to admit I have my own little part to play in the clutter tidal wave.

A tiny, tiny, tiny part, but hey, I did throw the darn thing out, didn't I?

Try asking my kids or husband to throw out useless clutter. Good luck!