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10 & 11 De-Junk-A-Thon AND Stock the Shelves!


The scariest room in the house....my laundry room.   I know things live there that I don't want to know about.  Clothes and socks go MIA.  I had to brave it yesterday.  So while there, I worked on dejunking.

Do I really need two open bags of laundry soap pods?  Or half full bottles of fabric softener sitting on the shelf?

The other half of a missing pair of socks or shoes...ARE NOT COMING BACK.  They went to the trash. 

Since that felt so good, I tucked a new trash bag under my arm and went to fold and pair the socks.  Hole?  Stain?  "I've folded this shirt for my son five times and I don't think he wore it once..." shirts and clothes went into the trash.

By the way, how many hoodies does one boy need or coats and gloves does a husband need?  

Then I found the grocery bag filled with baggies and aluminum foil, so I took it to the food shelves.  This started a completely new de-junking spree as I put away cans and boxes and baggies.  Throwing away old outdated veggies and lining up the new took the rest of my de-junking energy.

How overwhelming this de-junking is.  Thanks for walking through the process with me!  If you have creative ideas,  I would love to know.

Today, I'm tackling the Children's Church room.....  




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