Where did all this STUFF come from? My house should be condemned right now. It's very overwhelming. I need to watch a few episodes of Hoarders to make myself feel better. I just want to do so much, all at once. I feel bad just throwing stuff out because I know there are people out there with very little but at the same time, I lack the time to find a needy family and get it to them. I don't want it but I think it is wasteful to just dispose of it. Holy cow, instead of watching Hoarders maybe I should be on Hoarders.
Why do we feel the need to accumulate so much material belongings? We all strive for nicer, bigger, better, newer... Until one day we are drowning in STUFF and so we decide to simplify. Just get rid of the stuff. In a eight room house with two enclosed porches that is ALOT of stuff. I have so much I want to do, I need a week off because of course I try to do it all at once. I get an idea in my head and I obsess about it until it's done but usually that ideas branches off into twenty new ideas....
In some countries this is called bi-polar disorder.
With Madison's birthday rapidly approaching, we had decided to split the girls up into their own rooms and remodel the rooms for their birthdays. Not really increasing the amount of material gifts, but rather improving on what they already have. So we get Paige all moved into her new bedroom and tonight I headed up to organize and clean Madison's room. She will be spending tomorrow night with my parents as I remodel her room to surprise her with a new jungle themed room as she loves animals.
I am about half way through during my kind of cleaning. Three garbage bags of junk removed. One garbage bag full of giveaway, which has now been transported into a downstairs room for me to deal with later (HOARDER ALERT). In the garbage bags are nine headless Barbies, six Barbie heads (three are still unaccounted for), a half rotted lemon that she had stuck in one of her purses ( I knew I had bought another lemon, I am not losing it!), about a dozen toys that I had previously thrown out and she must have gone through the trash to retrieve (Hoarder, jr), about two dozen stuffed animals that I had to sneak in on the sly to avoid a mental meltdown and several pieces of artwork that I struggled over. You want to save all your kids artwork and school work but the truth is it is unreasonable to save it all. That is called a pack rat. So I try to pick out a few pieces that I really like and throw the rest out when she isn't looking. I shudder at the memory of the time she discovered I had tossed out some of her masterpieces. She threw herself down on the floor next to the trashcan, sobbing about how I don't like her artwork that she worked so hard on. Mother. of. the. Year.
We had several "disagreements" while I was up cleaning her room. She, of course, sat on the bed watching a movie while I worked feverishly. She even hushed me at one point because apparently I was cleaning too loud and it disrupted her movie watching. I had discovered a drawing on her wall, which I told her she was not allowed to draw on the walls. She replied it was her room and she
could decorate it how she liked. Wrong. I bought several containers to separate toys into in an attempt to organize the room. She tried to tell me they were her toys and she would put them where she wanted. Wrong.
I finally called it a night and will finish it up tomorrow when she goes to my parents for the night.
I should have just got her that hamster.
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