Excess Baggage

Part of my whole process of trying to find my balance in my life is eliminating all of the clutter in my house. After all, if my house feels unbearably small, the best way to change that, short of moving, is to get rid of stuff. I cannot believe how much stuff we have. It's definitely turned into "baggage".


First of all, I am finally removing all of the baby stuff from our house that I have been holding onto. Yes, we may or may not have another baby, but most of that stuff is gross after sitting in the basement or garage for 4 years, not to mention probably recalled. So I am letting go of that worry. Que sera, right?

Also-- holding onto my larger clothes is not an incentive to keep the weight off. It also doesn't make me feel better about my self and the state of my will power.

So maybe once I remove some of the excess, I will feel better about my state of the house.

What is some of your excess "baggage"?

Also- I cannot forget how the happy meal toys are going to magically disappear....shhhh....It's our little secret right?

The Unbearableness of Being a Grownup

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Confession time: I am extremely shy in person.

Now, people that KNOW me who are reading this are saying- "no you're not, you big weirdo. I can't ever get you to shut up." Well, I am way outspoken and ridiculous once we are friends, I have a lot of anxiety over meeting new people. My social anxiety even extends to speaking to people I know well that I haven't seen in a long time is difficult. My stomach twists itself in knots during social occasions. I am constantly unsure of what to say. My inner monologue works overtime to trip me up, letting me know that what I said is weird or strange or stupid. I do not want to discuss anything meaningful or interesting because I am so worried I will come across as stupid or strange. (Seriously, I live my life in a constant fear of being considered stupid or strange to strangers... friends and family already know I'm strange, so I can't fear that from them.)

I know how ridiculous it is to worry so much. I know I should just BUCK UP, I'm an adult. It is excruciatingly hard for me to buck up, though. The most challenging part for me is to talk to other parents. I feel young, stupid and weird talking to them. They seem so together, and I am so not together. I have a hard time forging even a fake friendship with them. I go to an event like a birthday party and always think of what I should have said, and don't speak up enough. I wonder... does everyone feel this way? How do they deal with it?

So in conclusion, if you see me somewhere and I seem snotty or aloof, I am probably just nervous off of my butt to even talk to you. I probably love your shoes, handbag, demeanor, or jokes and it has made me way too intimidated to talk to you. Also, I am probably overly tired and a little brain fried from my day so far (this makes the condition worse). Please understand and don't judge me. I will try not to judge you either.

My Favorite Posts

Here is a primer on my favorites. I don't know if they are everyone's favorites but these mean the most to me... In chronological order:

Terrible Twos

Who is afraid of the Big Bad Labor?

Brothers

My 15 Year Old Self is so Excited....

An Alternate Reality

Our Running Tally

Now Here is Where I Get Sappy

What we do while Shaun is Away

The Bee Family Snowed In/Winterfest Games

The No Return Policy

Drink, Blog, Hiccup

A Note from Mr. Bee (Guest Post)

I Know I'm a Mom Because...

1461: A Letter

Mr. Bee, My Valentine (Guest Post)

Live Blogging My Diet

The Secret Eating Habits of the Bees

Words and Actions

The post that is one big run-on sentence (and promotes serious overuse of the comma)

My (Slightly Embarrassing) Freebie List

Exiled into Pop Culture Oblivion

Devotion

For Richer or Poorer, In Excrement and Vomit, Until Death do us Part