Where will we put the baby?

Can't he just sleep in a drawer? This was what Mr. W asked when I stressed that we needed to get moving on clearing out a space for our little human. Mr. W is not a big fan of cleaning, and he is more than certainly not a fan of parting with any of his beloved things(most of which are simply useless in day to day life). Sure, I replied, but it has to be one of your drawers, since I have 4 and you have 12 or 15 total. Actually, now that I am counting, the number is 14 to be exact. 14 drawers of clothes the man has, and he still has laundry all over the place, laying on the guest bed, piled in the laundry room, sitting in hampers and YES, believe it or not, actually hanging out of his 14 drawers. He then tries to rationalize his thoughts that since the baby will only need a dresser and his crib and a place for toys, that surely he can leave his dresser in the baby's room. No, not happening. Time to let it go, big papa. No one here is homeless right now, no one is freezing, and no human can ever wear all the clothes that are cluttering this house. He even has tshirts from high school. Yes, high school. Mr. W will be 34 in 10 days and he actually has 16 year old tshirts which he seems to think that he needs. Mrs. W has moved several times at this point in her life, and has also invested some time in cleaning her closets on more than one occasion. Now, I will admit, I have more that needs to go, but this is just the tip of the iceberg. Mr. W needs a serious reality check. I informed him that if one of the home fix up shows ever came to film here, they would throw out about 90 percent of our shit. That's what it is folks, mostly just shit. The reality is, just the things we actually USE take up more space than we have. It is time to say goodbye to anything that doesn't fit on that list. It doesn't help that Mr. W was raised to never throw a thing out. I got news. Neither was I. I had to get over it. While it may be hard to part with things at the time, I have found that 99.999% of the time, when it hits that bag and goes to Goodwill, I never think of it again. Oh, it is going to be a long 12 weeks for Mr. W. From saying goodbye to so much junk and lugging what he cannot part with up into the attic, he will be a broken man. I am just hoping that the arrival of his son will help him realize that "stuff" just isn't all that important. I am all for him saving whatever is special. Put it in a box, and lug it up those attic stairs. My guess is that after a few trips, suddenly, things will be put more into perspective and he will begin to see how many wonderful items he has that he really doesn't want or need. As he is off playing softball, and my nesting instincts start to kick in I can almost feel the evil grin and laugh rising up from the baby in my belly. Move over Dad...there's a new man in the house.