It was too pretty not to be outside today, so we worked on our garage!
We still had so many of my mom’s boxes, since her death was immediately followed by 87 foster kids, and then the room was crammed full of clothes tubs for foster kids. We never had any notice who was coming, how old they were, or if they were a boy or girl, and they always came with nothing at all. We had to be ready to clothe anyone at least for a weekend, and that took up a lot of space! Since we are finished fostering, we could get rid of so much, leaving only the pile of tubs the kids will grow into during the next year. We still have an extra crib in case we have to set up the back room for a night nurse, and we still have the toddler bed because Two-who-is-now-Three comes back next week.
I did also keep my grandparents’ pump organ, which one of my “dads” is going to fix for me.
But everything else is gone!
Now we are just down to our own stuff finally, and we can go through it next time. We did already get rid of five van loads of eighteen crates of books! Our shelves are still full in the house! We also each got rid of half our clothes, and will do more as the seasons change.
There is a very slow settling of normal as we pull our selves out of the foster crisis years!