Frozen Poop.

Status: Tired. Busy Weekend.

So, it was a whopping -7 degrees most of the weekend--but my FAVORITE part...wait for it...was the fact it was MINUS 20 WITH WINDCHILL!! Oh yeah. That was the BEST part.

So when Thing Four poops, usually once or twice a day, I put the poopie diaper in a trash bag in the garage that I have set aside for the stinky stuff. And every monday, I throw the bag away. So, this morning, as I was getting the garbage out (I've been dejunking and I have these HUGE black bags the kids can't lift) I picked up the bag and it felt like it was full of bricks. I thought it was strange, but then realized all the poop was frozen. It gave me a chuckle, anyway.

I guess you had to be there. :-)

One thing I've learned about de-junking, you create a HUGE mess. Or, at least I do. I emptied out roughly 20 boxes, and 10 clear tubs from the Denver move, and there was a lot of stuff that had to have a place found for it. I wish I could adhere to the "If-I-haven't-seen-it-in-six-months-it-needs-to-go-into-the-garbage" rule, but I just can't. I've tried, really I have. I just can't work out those pack-rat tendencies my dear mother genetically blessed me with.

To be honest, I had a close call one time. I had a box of just junk, and I knew it was junk, and I was tempted to just chuck everything and throw it away, but I decided to go through it, and lo and behold I found all the originals of my wedding photos, inside a box in the "junk" box.
So, naturally I am a little wary of the "toss it without going through it" notion.

Well, time to commence project CLEAN AND DEJUNK THE DANG HOUSE. Have a good monday, all!