I finally did the thing I had been threatening to do for three summers: I told my adult kids that anything they wanted from my basement, garage loft, or hall closet needed to be claimed by August 31st, or I was donating it. Not “sometime this fall.” Not “when you get a chance.” A real deadline, written in a family group text and followed up with photos, measurements, and a very unromantic spreadsheet. I expected at least a little drama, maybe a guilty “Mom, you can’t just get rid of
I asked my adult children to claim anything they wanted from my storage areas by August 31st or it goes to charity. This is what happen
