Thursday, August 15, 2013

My mom needs a shovel...

This is my mess.  Well, this is a small portion of my mess:
I've been home sick from work this week and my mom stopped by to check on her "baby" and bring some supplies.  She was instructed to make no comments about the mess.  I am very, very embarrassed about my mess.  I don't invite people over for this reason.  I tell people that I'm a hoarder, but I honestly don't think many people actually believe me.  And I never give anyone a chance to really find out as I refuse to let people see this mess.  Well, there's a photo of my mess.  Hi world, see my mess?

My mother was good about not commenting.  Except for one.  She said she would like to bring a shovel and help me clean.  See, to her, this is a mess and most of it can be tossed in the trash.  But to me, I can justify everything on that pile.  Every. Single. Thing.

That empty box?  I'm saving it for when I move so I can put my HK grill in it.  The black bag?  That's my dremel that has no shelf to live on.  Those empty grocery bags?  They are my trash bags, with nowhere to store them.  That shelf on the top right edge of the photo is full of stuff.  That pile of clothes sits on top of more completely full storage containers.  My couch has sadly become a storage area.  Purses, jackets, stuff for work, my quesadilla maker, and lots and lots of stuff from school--artwork, text books, framed photographs, a box of photographs.  Pillows, my robe, all of my cameras, piles and piles of mail, pads of paper, markers...all without a true home.

Behind the couch is my dog crates, kane-dog's has stuff stacked on top.  The only reason Dixie's is clean is because she chews anything I put on top.  Except for the vacuum attachment, which I've recently started storing up there.  The treadmill behind her crate, yeah, it's got stuff on it too.

My two sets of shelves are full.  My two closets are full.  And it's not like I have a bunch of useless junk either.  One closet is full of clothes that I wear.  All of it.  The other closet is storage.  Winter coats, pet supplies, my ski boots and rollerblades, stuff like that.

Ok Mom, bring the shovel.  I challenge you to not only help this hoarder organize, but also to find places for everything without a home.  I'm creative and I'm really good at puzzles, but this is one puzzle I can't seem to figure out.

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