I opened the junk drawer looking for the back to the remote, which had gone missing in the week when my kids were home for spring break – overlapping for only 24 hours. I could barely get the drawer open, let alone look through it. It was completely overwhelming.
- Ice packs used for childhood boo boos but somehow forgotten during four years of after-game pitcher’s elbow care
- Hand warmers lost during a ski season way in the past, hiding so that we had to buy a whole new box
- Empty ziplocks that I faithfully cleaned with hopes of up-cycling them
- A hodge-podge collection of furniture pads, command hooks, and velcro strips
- More cheap sunglasses than one family could possibly use
- And sauces. SO. MANY. SAUCES.



I started dumping it all into boxes, deciding to tackle it right then and there.

Cleaning with the lens of “the kids aren’t here, so why on earth might I possibly ever need that?” made it easy to fill the trash and empty the drawer.
I still have too many pairs of sunglasses, and I probably won’t need the “6 or 7” candles that I used as a joke last year, but I engaged in productive time filled!


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