We are currently in the process of selling, giving away and scrapping a lot of stuff in anticipation of moving into a much smaller place.
Here is a breakdown of where Team Krenshaw stands in anticipation of Momma Bear being unemployed.
Number of day’s house was on the market before it sold: 8 (unbelievable, right?)
Number of couches we traded-in at the furniture store for a new kitchen table: 3 (and the old kitchen table)
Trips to Goodwill: 3 (and counting)
Trips to the city dump: 1
Number of panic attacks: Does the one I’m having now count?
Number of times someone has asked, “Do you think this is a good idea?”: 30ish
Number of times I wanted to punch said people in the nose: 30ish
After looking at our new place I think we need to cut our toy inventory by 50%. (Just the baby toys that have been outgrown would constitute 50%) That is going to be a black ops exercise. Thing#2 has a sixth sense when I’m trying to throw away/give away any of his toys.