*just as a note, I stole that title from Janssen (thanks dude)
We are having a garage sale tomorrow. I have no heart. I am an anti-packrat. I hate keeping stuff around that we are not using, but I also am pretty sentimental, especially when it comes to the little piggy tail wearing girl that lives here. I didn't have much to sell for our garage sale and I made the mistake of tearing open all of her old clothes. The mom in me wants to keep every little thing that she has ever worn because I remember vividly what stage in life she was at and how cute she was. The realistic, heartless, part of me wants to sell it all because, well at the earliest we will have another baby in nine months, and at the more realistically earliest we will have another baby in about two years and nine months. IF that baby is a girl (50/50 chance) then that girl will have to be about two before she will fit in all of these cute clothes, so that is about four years at best away. If the next one is a boy, then it could be seven years away, and then we will be done having kids. Especially if we are on a boy streak (not that there is anything wrong with boys). Anyway, at that point I will be all girl starved and wanting to go get cute little dresses. Plus, by then we may have gone the way that the media predicts (to quote seinfeld "in any movie in the future, or if people come from another planet, they're all wearing the same outfit. I think the decision just gets made 'alright everyone, from now on its going to be the one piece silver suit with the V- stripe and the boots. That's the outfit. We're going to be visiting other planets and we wanna look like a team here" ). Not to mention the fact that a lot of this clothing was purchased during our Minnesota stint, which is like the antithesis of Texas. No one wears fuzzy pajamas here. You'd die of heat exhaustion in your sleep.
Anyway, so I kind of think we should just sell it to someone else while it is still usable. BUT IT IS SO SAD. I feel like I am selling my little tiny eighteen month old Gwenie. Luckily though most of the stuff is sweaters and long pajamas that probably no one will want.
What would you do?