Over the last 9 months I have been organizing and purging like a crazy person. My main goal- to get all the baby stuff OUT of our house. In Michigan I knew we were going to be moving across country so I told myself that was the reason but honestly, I just didn’t want to think about babies anymore. I don’t love the baby stage.
No more messing with swaddle blankets that I could never seem to get tight enough. Cabinets full of bottles, pacifies and teethers. I no longer have to take a nursing pillow from room to room across my shoulders as I carry a chubby baby in one hand and drag a crying toddler along with my foot. Baby bath tubs, wash clothes and towels are gone. I can walk around my kitchen table now that the highchair has sold. I don’t have to vacuum around a jumperoo, play pen and pack and play anymore. Strollers are being phased out and we can pull our second car into the garage.
It was overwhelming to go through it all but felt so liberating to get rid of all the STUFF. I’ve kept a handful of things that were our favorites, but the majority of the baby great is gone. Adios!
My “babies” are becoming more independent and for the future we are trying to simplify life by not hoarding toys and old items. But something hit me as I was putting away laundry a few months ago- I was hanging my daughter’s new size 6/6x size shirts in her closet and they started to slide off the baby hangers. I added “big hangers” to our grocery list and didn’t think anything of it until I reread the list a few days later.
Adult. Hangers. There is no transition hanger. There are no preschooler or grade schooler sized hangers. It’s straight to the hangers that are currently holding up MY clothing.
I’ve been in such a hurry to push the next phase and get rid of the junk but switching out these hangers doesn’t do anything productive except give me a massive slap in the face that my kids are growing up. I can decide when they are ready to use a sippy cup, sleep outside the crib, when it’s time to potty train and teach them their ABCs…but I can not decide when it’s time to let them use the adult hangers. That is decided for me when half their clothes are slipping off their baby hangers and laying at the bottom of their closet so I have to send them to church in wrinkles shirts.
It has been weeks since “adult hangers” has been on the shopping list. I have even modified this item to just “hangers” to see if that would make me feel better. It hasn’t. I can’t buy them for her. I’ve resorted to folding more and more clothes to put in her dresser instead of hanging. These FREAKING HANGERS!
My goal in writing this post is to MAKE me do this. I’m going to post this and march right out and get the stupid hangers. Hold me accountable friends. I imagine this will be what buying her first bra will feel like. Except hangers last a life time and the plastic hangers I put in her closet might be the same ones she will take to college. I can’t even.
Wish me luck. Pray that I won’t have a mental breakdown at Target, although it won’t be the first time and I’m SURE it won’t be the last.