There is something I need to tell you.
My son is a hoarder.
A serious, hardcore, hiding things under his bed, keeping every piece of trash, clutter piled up to the ceiling H-O-A-R-D-E-R.
And apparently these things skip generations.
My grandmother? A tosser. Meaning she threw away everything. Not that she wasn’t sentimental – she just didn’t want all that crap sitting around her house.
My mother? Hoarder. Just thinking about her basement sends a shiver up my spine.
So, yeah, you can bet I’m a Tosser with a Capital T – just like my grandmother. Ask Bryan, and he’ll tell you about the multiple (yes, MORE than one) paychecks I have thrown away. (HALLELUJAH FOR DIRECT DEPOSIT).
Then along comes Declan. Soooooo like my mom. Needs to keep EVVVV-ERYTHING. Cause you know, he MIGHT need it sometime.
Seriously, Other Hoarders. WHAT is the deal? Do you like to have piles and piles allllll around you just so you can pretend you live in a medieval castle and allllll those 30 year old Good Housekeeping magazines might fend off marauders? Really!? Awesome plan. Cause the marauders WILL NEVER FIND YOU under ALL. THAT. CRAP!
Everyone talks about the A&E Hoarders show – but I simply can’t watch it. For one, it comes way to close to home. Not to mention the fact that we don’t have cable, slight problem.
But maybe if I watched, I would get a better sense of the why’s and how’s of hoarding. I might be a little more sympathetic.
All I know is I threw away 3 bags of trash from my near 8 year old’s room last weekend. THREE BAGS. If he wakes up before me on a Saturday morning, his drawings are taped up all over the living room – and I mean ALL over – lamps, fireplace, windows, the dog, – EVERYWHERE.
I *cannot* contain his ooze.
What happens when he becomes – heaven help me – a TEEN?
P.S. One thing I encourage you to hoard is a Greeblemix. September’s contest is still open until Thursday night!