This is a Journal of my struggle to control all the STUFF that finds it's way into my home. I don't want to be the "keep this for me" person anymore!
My phone rings: Ring, ring. Ring, ring.
I answer: Hello and good morning. (I know it’s my daughter because she calls me every morning.)
My daughter says: Good morning Mom, what are you doing?
I reply: Making garbage.
There is a few seconds of silence before my daughter says: Huh?
I reply: (Giggle, giggle) I’m sorting through some stuff to throw away. (AKA making garbage.)
My daughter laughs out loud and says: Oh that! So you wanted to be different today huh? You had me going there for a minute.
I reply: Yup, talk to you later, the garbage won’t go outside by itself.