If you don’t know who I am, my name is Diana Rene and it is my purpose and mission to help overwhelmed mom’s take their home back from the clutter, and simplify their life and calendar so they can not only breathe again - but can spend their time doing what they want instead of picking up after everyone all the time.
If you’ve been following me for ANY amount of time, you know i’m passionate about helping moms simplify their lives, declutter their homes and create more time to spend with their families.
Today, I want to talk about Easter baskets.
I KNOW this may ruffle some feathers, because being a mom in this generation and in this time of social media, keeping up with the Jones's feels like its of the utmost importance, right?
If we aren’t doing the same (or more) as all the other moms in our feed - then we must not really love our kids THAT much, or want the best for them.
We must not be the cool mom.
I *totally* fall into that trap at times,...
No-spend months seem to be all the rage lately. What is a no-spend month? It’s where you don’t spend money. At all. For a whole month.
A few reasons:
But let’s be honest. No-spend months? I hate ‘em. And I honestly think they are basically setting people up to fail.
Let's look at this another way...
Diets. I think it's safe to say the majority of women have gone on a diet at SOME point in their life, am I right? There are so many different ways to diet, but so many of the programs are suuuper strict, limiting calories big time along with the types of food.
You may start a diet and feel on top of the world for the first day or two. Your water intake is off the charts, you counted calories perfectly and you swear your pants feel a little looser...
I see you, Mama.
I see you tirelessly (and thanklessly) working from sun-up to waaay past sun-down. I see you wiping butts, kissing owie's, cutting grapes, and trying to go to the bathroom (unsuccessfully) alone. I see you trying to manage your household all while meeting the hundreds (or thousands?) demands of your daily life. I see you trying to hold it all together while you feel like you are falling apart.
When I began my journey with decluttering and “Minimal-ish” living, I truly had no idea how many aspects of my life would change for the better. I figured my house would be less messy, which honestly? Is the only reason I needed. (Raise your hand if you despise cleaning like me!)
But the other benefits that surprised me?
Talk about a GAME. CHANGER.
More patience with my kids? Check.
More patience with my husband? Check.
Less anxiety? HUGE check.
More time to read? Or watch a...
It was late spring 2013, and I had just found out I was pregnant with my first child. I was beyond excited (and nervous), and I vividly remember the day after I got that plus sign on the test going to Target on my lunch break to look at baby clothes. I mean, this baby girl had just barely been conceived and I was ready to fill a closet with a brand new wardrobe.
What is it with baby clothes? You can take a plain white tee and shrink it down to baby size and it’s instantly adorable.
Fast forward to the baby showers and I was overwhelmed with gifts, with at least half of them being, you guessed it, CLOTHES!
She was one well-dressed baby. I remember packing away clothes when she grew out of a size, and putting clothes in the bins that she never even wore before. That’s how much she had.
The buying clothes never stopped and the gifts never stopped, until I decided to declutter and purge 70% of our household items early 2017. I had...
As I sat on the ground last week waiting for the fireworks to begin, I told my 4 year old how July 3rd is a special day to me because it’s the day I arrived to Colorado after my cross county road trip from Michigan. I had been dating my now husband long distance for a year and a half, and we decided one of us was gonna have to move to see if this thing was really going to work or not. (Thankfully, it did)
When the fireworks began, I started thinking about how much my life has changed in these 9 years since I moved here...but I was also thinking about how I moved here with only the personal belongings I could fit into my little Saturn Ion. I didn’t rent a truck or movers, I decided what was important enough to me to fit in the trunk and back seat of that tiny car.
And you know what? I was happy.
I was content.
I was fulfilled.
So then, why did I start buying so much STUFF as soon as I arrived? My mom and I took countless trips to Bed Bath and Beyond and Target....
I (usually) prefer scheduling a donation pick-up. That way I can just get everything on my porch before the designated time, and I’m done! They do all the hard work. This can also serve as a motivator to get things done. If you know you have a pick-up scheduled in a week – you are more likely to get going. I am sure many charities offer a pick-up service, but here are three of my favorite national ones:
Click on any of the links below to schedule your donation pick-up:
Another option is to drop-off your donations. I like to do this every now and then, usually when my 4 year old has decided to give a toy or clothing item away. It helps her to see the whole process and to be able to walk into a drop-off center and hand over her...
Girl, I sure used to. I used to think of all of the toys that had taken over my house and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I would look around the play room, the living room, my kids’ rooms, the master bedroom, even the kitchen and bathrooms because the toys were EVERYWHERE. Where did they all come from? Were they coming alive at night and inviting their friends in who decided to stay and clutter my home forever? They. Were. Everywhere.
But wait, you would think my then 3-year-old would have been the most easily entertained child on the planet with the number of toys in our home, but why was she bored all the time? Why did she just want to watch more tv? Why was she literally walking around the living room, stepping on toys she so desperately wanted, while saying “mommy there’s nothing to play with! I’m BORED!”. WHAT?!
Can you relate?
GETTING RID OF THE...
It was 3:45am, and I was back in that oh-so-familiar spot, once again. The dark bathroom, illuminated only by the flashlight on my phone and the tiny light on the humidifier (that was actually empty because I forgot to refill it earlier). The water in the shower was running, and the white noise machine was set to extra loud. I had my 3 week old baby girl swaddled tight and tilted juuust right, while I bounced her up and down, up and down on the yoga ball as she cried.
That dang yoga ball…I have nightmares of that yoga ball after being permanently glued to it for months. Colicky baby mama’s – you feel me? I had only slept 15 minutes that night, and longed for just a 2 hour stretch.
As I scanned the bathroom while I bounced, I felt overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with STUFF.
So many clothes on the floor. A diaper in the corner (was it clean? Was it dirty? It was anyone’s guess at that point). A baby bouncer, toys my 3 year...