Oh, friends. K’nyome ah-gkome lahng. (“I am tired” in Khmer.) If you want to know why (and no, I’m not pregnant), ask me to add you to our e-newsletter list where I share life updates I don’t necessarily want to spew on the big wide internet.
Today’s challenge: THE GARAGE.
My wonderful used-to-be-neighbor Allison suggested this as a possible next de-cluttering spot, but she wondered how many women have “purging rights” to the garage. Not to be all sexist or stereotypical, but (if you’re married) is your garage your husband’s domain?
I remember back in the day when our garage was transformed into Gabe’s office, so no place for parking a car or storing junk. Then we moved to Columbus to a house with a (technically) 2-car garage (but we only fit one in it), and I was so thankful to not have to scrape ice off our van windows.
Now we’re garage-less again, and I COULDN’T BE HAPPIER. No mowing, no raking, no hosing, no weed-whacking, no biking, no nothing. FREEDOM.
We sold, gave away, or pitched every single thing in our garage (except for Gabe’s bike).
What’s in your garage? (Seriously. I want to know.)
Is it possible that it’s harboring a thing or two (or 600) that you don’t really need?
If the garage is the exclusive domain of your husband, maybe he’s been inspired by your 19 days of purging so far and wants to get rid of some of his crap?
(Am I being overly optimistic?)
Let’s share some garage stories. The good, bad, ugly. What do you use yours for? Is it working for your family? Do you need to de-clutter? What can you get rid of today? Shall I pray for your marriage?