My house: the dump

I'm going to apply that coveted self-awareness before I delve into the honest and tactless diatribe contained below.

This post officially makes me a brat.

It seems like our announcement that we're having a baby is a signal to everyone else in our families to begin cleaning out their closets, attics, and basements to unload whatever they've been saving- no, neglecting- no, HOARDING for the last...oh, 28-31 years.

Just yesterday, we got a huge bag full of stained and mildewy receiving blankets from my husband's family that were formerly used in his infancy.

I'm not completely unsentimental... I like the idea of using some of his baby things! So, we went through it and kept the few that were in good condition and will wash and keep those. They'll probably turn out to be helpful. And as a bonus, my mother-in-law can feel like she contributed somehow. (You know, aside from keeping her distance these last few weeks. That was a huge help.)

But, its the other ones that baffle me. Why in the world would anyone be inclined to keep old stained baby blankets? Even if you were going to have another kid and thought you'd be ok with using them then, maybe once your first one turned 20 you could let that dream go and throw the bag of stuff out with it.

I don't know. It's not the worst thing in the world, and I can appreciate the sentiment and thought behind it. Really, I do.

But, in all brat-laden practicality, it just created another thing on my "to do" list.