Oh! I almost forgot. On Monday, the day I thought I'd forgotten to offer anything to anyone, I gave away a box of decaffeinated tea. OK, so it was hardly one of the bete-noir belongings clogging our closest and our lives, and also I gave it to my mom. But I'd bought it by mistake and would never use it, and it had been reproaching me every time I opened that particular kitchen cabinet, and I am relieved that it's gone. So it counts.
It had been bugging me that I'd screwed up such a simple endeavor ON THE SECOND DAY. It had actually been bugging me really quite a lot, though I suspect certain allowances can be made for sleep-deprived mothers of young children who have across-the-board brain fog (like the time recently when I could not recall my own phone number. Just. Could. Not). I kept telling myself that consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, but since this little endeavor is sort of all about consistency an uncomfortable whiff of botchery lingered in my mental airspace. That is until my mom, probably just to get me to shut up already about bungling the project, reminded me about the tea. Thanks, Mom.
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