Kyle and I have talked recently about the whole "getting cold feet" thing. It's safe to say that neither of us are worried about that at all. In fact, I'm a little more sure every day.
Today was the perfect example.
I've had a basket of clothes sitting on the floor for about 2 weeks. Somewhere around then I lost motivation to keep hanging up because my closet was a disaster zone. My wreck of a closet has been looming over me and I've been trying to psych up to clean it for the last week. I finally decided that this weekend it had to be done.
Once I started I realized that I was really going to have to clean out two closets, my main one in my bedroom and another one in the guest room that I have been storing random clothes and crap in. I got far enough in to make a huge mess before I got overwhelmed and really wanted to quit. Yes, quit...with a huge mess all over my bedroom. Because that's how I roll. I get an idea ----> I bite off more than I can chew ---->I get overwhelmed ----> I give up ----> I get upset because I can't do it / quit.
Kyle saw this happening and immediately rescued me. He gave me a game plan. Here's how it went:
I focused on one small part at a time ( much more mentally hand-able for me). I worked my way through one closet and then the other just piling up the clothes that I need to get rid of. He put the clothes in bags/ baskets and made multiple trips while I worked to donate them. I then was able to move all of my winter clothes to the guest room closet and hang back up all of my work/summer clothes.
I am not joking when I say that he probably took 10 bags of clothes (and a laundry basket of old shoes!) . I had a couple of bags of clothes still in a closet that I packed a year ago when I cleaned out once before. Oops. We then cleared out all of the wire/ broken hangers and took them to the dumpster. It took about two hours but now we both have clean closets and a clean bedroom.
And without Kyle, I'd probably be sitting on top of huge pile of clothes surrounded by tangled hangers and trash bags crying, trying to figure out how I'm going to get to my bed to sleep tonight. ( <-----hey mom, you were wondering where that girl you used to know went...There she is!)
It seems like something minor but let me tell you, it matters. It matters to have someone who knows your face well enough to read your feelings right away and know exactly what to do. His strengths mirror my weaknesses and for that I will forever be grateful.
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