My daughter will turn 9 next month.
That’s crazy talk.
Since the party-planning has already started, I looked at this randomly-appearing item with my anti-T.P.A.D glasses on.
(T.P.A.D. = Time Passage Awareness Disorder = a totally-made-up-by-me condition)
These cute little party favor boxes were from her birthday party two years ago. I know it was two years ago because we only do parties every other year.
As always happens, I needed ONE more box than the package held, so I had to buy two packages. They were cute, so my daughter kept the extras. She has used them.
But she has used them. Like, used them all together. They move from place to place and are put to use for various reasons, as one unit.
When I saw them and realized they’d been floating around the house for two years, it hit me that while it did make sense to keep one, it didn’t make sense to keep them all.
This goes against my natural if-one-is-good-I-should-probably-have-twenty mentality.
But I did it. I pitched all but one. Purpose still served, slightly more open space in my home.
Slight. But more.
Yay for me.