1. Stuff is a bother. Opening boxes of “Misc.” is frustrating. Who needs “Misc.” in their life? On many occasions I was tempted to just move the whole box into the garage sale pile. But then I’d stop, “What if there was a treasure stuffed inside?” Alas, I never found a treasure and the garage sale pile grew.
2. My house isn’t going to look like Pottery Barn. Although I want it to, I don’t have the pocketbook to support a Pottery Barn house and let’s face it … Pottery Barn is a magazine. People don’t really live there.

My “work around the house” clothes don’t quite fit me anymore. Yep, I’m a scandalous preggo lady today. Keep me inside.