After getting sidetracked by the bag-o-coupons yesterday, it was time to get down and dirty with the dreaded junk drawer. But, before I could really give it the attention it needed, I knew I was going to need a system. After all, we do have a lot of things in the drawer that are useful (really, I’m not lying), and I needed a way to make sure things stayed organized after the decluttering.

Armed with one of our Bed, Bath & Beyond coupons that was due to expire today, Steven and I hit the store to see if we could find something that would work. While it may seem a little counterproductive to bring something new into the house when the whole goal of this project is to get rid of things, we were actually successful in finding something that worked.

But first, the junk…

Okay, so we’re suckers for rewards cards at the stores we frequent. Promise us a $5 gift certificate for every $50 we spend and you’ll have no trouble getting us to sign up. Steven’s BestBuy and my Barnes & Noble and Borders rewards alone have yielded us hundreds, maybe even thousands of dollars of merchandise over the years.

Neither of us is really keen on carrying a thick, heavy wallet (and those who know me well know that the one time I ever carried a purse was to sneak snacks into a movie, and I had to borrow the purse), so we were excited when stores started offering these nifty little keychain cards instead.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for the excitement to wear off.

See, these cards are great in theory, but they are just as annoying as the actual wallet size cards. They clutter up your keychain. Add more than three or four of them, and they are not longer comfortable to carry around in your pocket. The worst part though, is that it took all of nine days for the barcode to wear off.

Luckily, stores just let the cashiers key in customers’ phone numbers, which is how we’ve been racking up the rewards for the past, oh, five or six years now. So, why are we still carrying these useless pieces of plastic around? Good question.

Goodbye.

Digging a little deeper, Steven and I discovered that, somehow, we have become the proud owners of 17 pairs of scissors. Neither of us remember ever buying a pair of scissors, but nevertheless, there they are. My theory is that the sock fairy has finally begun feeling guilty about leaving us with half-pairs of socks, so she decided to make up for it by leaving behind stray scissors as collateral.

It’s either that, or one of us is a kleptomaniac.

As of today, we are officially down to 16 pairs, since we decided to toss this one. We figured between them being dull and rusty enough to require a tetanus shot in the event of an accident, we could probably do without them.

Like most people, (except maybe the Iphone users who should just go ahead and have the damn things surgically attached to their hands once and for all), I have a love/hate relationship with cell phones. I enjoy the convenience of being able to send random text messages to my husband to please pick up more diapers on his way home, and love the fact that I can check my email, my Facebook, and keep more than a dozen games of Words with Friends going at a time.

What I hate though, is the way the damn things seem to be on a self-destruct timer that begins counting down the moment your sign your new 2-year contract and leave the store. I also hate the fact that I am never able to just get rid of the old phone when I get a new one. Somehow the phone or the case or the chargers just seem to hang around.

Well, hang around no more. Goodbye old Samsung charger and cheap cell phone case. You’ve served your time well, now get out of my junk drawer!

So, this is only hitting the tip of the iceberg when it comes to things that I have held onto longer than I should have for nothing more than sentimentality (just wait until I start tackling the boxes in the basement). I’ll admit, I’m a sucker for hanging onto little trinkets that have certain memories attached to them. I guess I’m a bit of a tactile person in that way. I like to have a little thing that I can actually pick up and hold in my hand, a little thing that helps me hold onto the memory.

While this isn’t necessarily a bad trait, I do think that I am guilty of holding onto things that that I really don’t need, even for the memories. I’ll set something aside, simply because I want to look at it one more time, or because I don’t want to throw it away right at that moment, and then it just gets shuffled off or misplaced or tossed in a pile and suddenly becomes just one more piece of clutter.

Case in point–Cadence’s 1st birthday candle.

Yes, Cadence’s birthday candle. It’s been hanging around for almost a year now. I’ve taken it out of the drawer a few times, telling myself that it’s time to get rid of it. I’ve got dozens of photos of her first birthday. I’ve got the memory of her first (and now most of the 2nd) year of her life burned into my brain. I’ve got a whole year of stories written about her, and videos shot of her doing the crazy cute things she does. Throwing away a candle that burned for less than a minute on her first birthday cake is not going to erase all of that. So, into the trash it goes.

You might think it’s a bit cliche that a writer has a pen fetish. But I do, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I love pens, pencils, markers, writing utensils of any kind. I’m super picky though, and I tend to hoard my favorites, squirreling them away where no one else will find and use them (in my backpack, tucked into my notebooks). I leave the ones I don’t like as well out where Steven and I can use them to write shopping lists or address envelopes.

This pen, in particular, was not one of my favorites, and has been hanging out in the junk drawer for about two years now. We noticed it leaking about three months ago, after Cadence decided she wanted to draw with it, and ended up with ink all over her face. Still, it took this long for us to finally say sayonara.

Okay, so normally I hold onto instruction manuals, especially for things that require assembly because there’s nothing quite as frustrating as taking something apart to store it for awhile, or move it, and then not being able to figure out how to put the darn thing back together again. Right now, we have a file cabinet drawer full of instruction manuals, many of which I’m sure will be showing up on this blog at some point in the coming months, because I’ve come to a couple of realizations…

1. Most products are pretty darn foolproof. Unless there are secret compartments or self-destruct modes, it’s probably okay to just press the buttons and figure it out for yourself.

2. Like my husband says, most product manuals are either available online, or can be scanned ourselves and saved as digital copies. While the writer in me will never embrace my husband’s ideal paperless lifestyle, I think he might be onto something with ridding ourselves of these useless manuals once and for all.

So, we’ll begin our anti-manual campaign with this one. After all, I think we’ve mastered the intricacies of Cadence’s favorite Busy Ball Popper toy–turn on, push button, giggle like crazy and chase errant balls, repeat, and replace batteries when necessary. Piece of cake.

And once the trash was hauled away, we were able to get ourselves and our junk drawer organized. Hell yeah! I fought the junk drawer and…

I won! 🙂

About the Author Lori Romano

I am a writer, photographer, wife, mother, dog owner, half-assed housekeeper and a self-proclaimed coffee and chocolate addict. One day, I will write a book.

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