The state of organization and cleanliness of our flat has been a sore point for your mother for quite a while now, and it has finally come to a head this past week when she blitzed the entire apartment with a flurry of cleaning activity. With every opportunity she had, she was either figuring what clothes to donate, what things to throw away, optimizing shelf space, or drawing plans for how to optimize the shelf space.
I was not to be left out after catching the cleaning bug from her and got in on the action about midway through the week. The only difference from your mom is instead of a pile of donation clothes, I have a pile of hand-me-downs for you even though I know full well it means I’ll have to store them somewhere for another 15 years. Every time I came across something I didn’t wear anymore, I just thought about how cool I thought it was at one point and want to save it for you. Your mom just thinks it’s my inner-hoarder justifying it, but she’s happy to let me hoard stuff that’ll eventually be useful.
As part of this mass spring cleaning, we went to Muji three or four times and all told probably spent about 300 quid on plastic drawers. We quite enjoyed the trips because going there usually meant the nanny was watching you and we would get a burger from Five Guys.
I never really saw all the stuff we were getting rid of in one spot – I’m pretty sure it was a lot, but stuff still seems to keep spilling out of our closets and drawers. I don’t think we’re any different than any other couple that is starting to settle down…people’s homes just become cornucopias of junk. However, for every one thing we seem to throw away, we end up with another toy or thing for you. It just doesn’t stop!