Did I mention that one of my less glamorous holiday season tasks is to really tackle the basement purge? We made some headway with our ill-prepared garage sale in October, but we are going to bring in contractors to properly finish the basement after Christmas and that means it has to be cleared out.
I thought this might be motivating.
Isn't it pretty?
The name really says it all.
I’ve given P a choice — move his stuff into this lovely pod or take up residence in there. I know the latter choice sounds mean, but in reality, it’s probably not much smaller than our first NYC apartment — he would really be just fine. Yes, I do joke with him that he’s a borderline hoarder, but let’s just clarify now — he’s not — well, at least not reality show-worthy by any stretch. And, yes, I’m becoming increasingly Type A — so the ever-present boxes of old stuff aren’t so funny anymore. Time to throw. the. shit. out.
Obviously I’m in the holiday spirit — threatening my husband and obsessing over a clean basement. I’m great at parties.
While visions of a clean basement dance in my head, I know it will take a while — I’ll keep you posted, if for no other reason than to keep us accountable. In the meantime, maybe I should go back to more traditional merriment like making pie, drinking wine and Cyber Monday purchasing now. Ho, ho, ho.
With a fire extinguisher close by, throw a match into the basement and tell your husband he has five minutes to save what he wants. It’s like Supermarket Sweep with a delightful element of danger. 😉
I *love* this idea! I can add in the beeping Catch Phrase disc for additional impact. Now I know what we’ll be doing on Saturday:)
Are we good or what?