How do you reconcile a person who has saved everything they've E-V-E-R O-W-N-E-D with someone who just wants to open the front door, let in all takers, and say "make me an offer!"? That's how it is at my house. One hoarder and one who wants to toss it all! I'm sick to death of stuff! I don't have the time, patience, gumption or anything else to keep a clean house, dusting all the knicky-knacky stuff, putting everything away (where is "away" when every closet, drawer and corner is filled?) Someone told me once for everything you bring in you need to take something out. Sounds reasonable...except we've been bringing in for 14 years and I think, maybe, we've never taken one thing OUT! Okay, so we do take out the trash! We don't live in filth, mind you. I can't stand that! I do break down every so often and clean the filth. But the STUFF!
To add to the hoarder's stuff, we have the teenaged girl's stuff! Oh brother! How many hair products do you need, and in how many rooms? I ask you? And I won't even go into her room! To look into it makes me cry...then get mad...then cry. So, naturally, I avoid it at all costs. Once in a while on the weekends, if she's stayed over at a friend's house for the night, I'll be FORCED to go up there to turn off her SIREN of an alarm clock! And when I HAVE to do that, I try to put blinders on and repeat to myself, "it's not important, it's not important..." and just make my way over to the alarm clock. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I have to wade throught the stuff to get there. It's hard not to come out of there wanting chocolate, or even something stronger.
In the big scheme of things, I guess it doesn't matter for now. One day I'll be able to have my house the way I want it - empty except for one chair and one lamp! Yea, sure I will... that'll never happen unless...well, that's not a good option!
Get over it - yes, I guess I will. Waa waa waa...what a whiner...
To add to the hoarder's stuff, we have the teenaged girl's stuff! Oh brother! How many hair products do you need, and in how many rooms? I ask you? And I won't even go into her room! To look into it makes me cry...then get mad...then cry. So, naturally, I avoid it at all costs. Once in a while on the weekends, if she's stayed over at a friend's house for the night, I'll be FORCED to go up there to turn off her SIREN of an alarm clock! And when I HAVE to do that, I try to put blinders on and repeat to myself, "it's not important, it's not important..." and just make my way over to the alarm clock. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I have to wade throught the stuff to get there. It's hard not to come out of there wanting chocolate, or even something stronger.
In the big scheme of things, I guess it doesn't matter for now. One day I'll be able to have my house the way I want it - empty except for one chair and one lamp! Yea, sure I will... that'll never happen unless...well, that's not a good option!
Get over it - yes, I guess I will. Waa waa waa...what a whiner...
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I feel your pain!
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