I am surrounded by hoarders. How has my life become this? I am not a hoarder. As a matter of fact, I had a therapist tell me once that I had "Hoarding Tendencies" and I actually fired her from being my therapist. I am afraid of ever becoming a hoarder. I am afraid of all things hoarding. If I walked into your house even after knowing you for 1 hour, I would automatically start thinking in my little brain of what I would do to make your home more "Feng Shui". I have actually went into people houses and just started organizing their stuff, just in case they were thinking of becoming a hoarder.
I just was loading the dishwasher and decided to take a walk around the house to pick up any spare plates that may have run away with a spoon in the last 12 hours. I didn't find any plates, forks or spoons. What I found was much, much worse. There were THREE, count them, THREE glasses in my bathroom on the counter. Now, my belief is that counters are not made for "things". Counters were made so things looked pretty and put together. Things do not belong on counters. The glasses on the counter were not mine. I don't usually drink from anything that has been sitting in a bathroom. Especially a bathroom where anything thing from the male species has likely been. The glasses were "His". He likes to brush his teeth at night and then have a quick drink of water before bed. Weird, I know. I drives me crazy. Three glasses on the bathroom counter. What would Miss Manners think? I can tell you that Miss Manners would loose her mind. Miss Manners doesn't have glasses in the bathroom. She doesn't even have a water spot on the mirror. I am sure of this. How can you deem yourself Miss Manners and then have water spots?
After seeing the bathroom that I have to share with "Him", I asked him about it. He said nothing. Is this because he knows better and is afraid to answer me during one of my "No Hoarding on my watch" rages? Who knows. Well, He knows. I am sure of it. Maybe He is just smart. I mean, seriously, who talks back to someone on a rampage? (It wasn't really a rampage, just a small discussion, completely done by me.)
I proceeded to walk to the boys' bedroom and I just stood there in disbelief and shook my head. The oldest "J" likes to save things. Most of the things he likes to save are of no importance. They will mean nothing to him when he is older. I really try to save everything of his... but really, do I have to save the wrapper the tootsie pop can in? What about the box the Lego's came in? What? What is this? The plastic cap that came on the nose of the Styrofoam airplane that has no wings left because it crashed 30 seconds after you put it together and your brother ate the wings? Ya. We don't need to keep that. What about the dryer sheet that was found in the laundry basket after laundry was folded? It is currently covering up Mun chichi and Baby Puffer pants because they were cold. You cant just throw away Mun chichi and Baby Pufferpants' blanket. No you cant. Next stop...their bathroom. I walked out as quickly as I walked in. I walked in the living room and what do I see? I see the dog. He is a hoarder also. He has ripped the stuffing out of his lovable, ever so annoying squeaky toy and was actually sleeping on and in the pile of fluff he has just un-stuffed. That has to go into the garbage because I am sure when any of the boys get home from school they would find some way to use the fluff that came unstuffed from the squeaky toy.
Hoarders. Hoarders scare me. I am a Hoarderphobic. I am prejudice to all things that have the ability to be hoarded. There needs to be an end to hoarding, especially in my house.
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