Decluttered

Post holiday clutter.  It hangs on until it drives me to the point of madness.  That point came this week. 

And then this happened.

I decluttered something we've lived with for 8 years. 

I did it without thinking.  Well, I thought about it because we bought the trundle.  I knew what I was doing.  But it just kind of happened.  And then I felt sad.

In Progress

Done

It's so much better.  No regrets.  The smallest room in the house finally has some space.  So now, I'm dreaming up some storage.  Or a desk.  With a laundry basket.  Who knows.

No more baby.  A little sad.  But then this happens. 

Dead Asleep

And I feel better...and wonder how anyone can sleep on a metal bar while inclined.  ;)