May would be the month for me, I’d decided ahead of time.

Decluttering the whole house was the mountain I was going to climb.

Our surfaces are covered, cupboards, wardrobes and drawers are fit to burst.

I’m thankful for the storage that means I can close the door on what seems like the worst.

But do the kids really need a hundred cuddly toys and will those DVDs ever be played?

We’ve got dried up pens, filled in colouring books and crafts that will never be made.

But looking in the cutlery drawer, I’m nervous to give away forks and knives…

For what if we have a huge dinner party and the wooden disposable ones are the only ones we can find?

And look at all these mugs, you’re right, I’m sure we don’t need 23.

But what if all the class mums come round for a never before happened cup of tea?

How many tops do kids actually need, and do we count those that are in the wash?

And how long are we going to hold on to 30 lone odd socks?

We can’t give away those toys, just in case our son needs them again.

But we don’t really have enough room for all the track for Thomas and his Friends.

Once we’ve cleared everything out then what do we do with it all now??

Do we separate it out to different places to not overwhelm the only charity shop in town?

Do I have to clean those wellies, or should they just go in the bin?

Can I be bothered to put it on Vinted or are the rewards just too slim?

I know it will feel so good to just get it all out of the way.

Because we really don’t need that many possessions, if we’re honest, at the end of the day.

So I’m going to quash the “what ifs” and be brave, and give away that extra pan.

Then rest in my house, with all the extra space making it look spick and span.