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There's something about this time of year. Cabin fever sets in. The house starts to feel really small, as opposed to just its usual, unembellished "small". (Or "cozy", if I were a realtor.) Everywhere we look there's stuff, which in the summer doesn't weigh us down when we're spending most of our days outside, but which in the winter starts to crowd around us. So, inevitably, the purging begins.

Unfortunately for the kids, because life is super unfair, I'm starting with their rooms. The pile of junk that had amassed on top of Henry's dresser has been giving me eye tics whenever I've looked at it. Also, he clings to stuff that he hasn't ever really played with, so it's best to clear out his room and spirit his toys away to Goodwill when he's at school. Holly could care less, so she's easy.

I'm currently in the frame of mind where if we haven't used it in the past six months, it would probably serve someone else better. This is a good frame of mind for me to be in, as far as Dave's concerned. He's decided that we have traded hoarding tendencies, he being the reformed hoarder and me being the new bearer of that particular trait. I tend to disagree with him. I think a lot of our stale mates come down to the conundrum of "To yard sale or not to yard sale". I'm firmly in the camp of get it out of the house as fast as possible, but Dave would like to see some green for our purging efforts, so we often stop after we've filled one big box that languishes in the garage until Dave gets grumpy about it and then we talk about the whole yard sale issue again, as in "We *have* to have one," followed by "We will. Definitely. How about two weeks from now?"

We're both Libras. Sometime's it really shows.