I admit, I’m addicted to Hoarders, and Hoarding: Buried Alive.
(Not my actual room, just look a like).
Wait, NO! Don’t go in THAT room!
Okay, so I have 1 hoarded room.
But it’s all good stuff! I need it! Some of it I plan to sell! What if I get rid of it, then need it again in a month? Some of my books are out of print, and irreplaceable!
Sound familiar?? Yep, I use all the classic hoarder’s excuses.
But I don’t have a hoarding problem. Nuh-uh. No siree bob.
Well, ….maybe me. A little. Some.
Let’s just face it.
Hi, my name is Melinda, and I’m a hoarder.
(Greek chorus) Hi, Melinda!
Thank God I don’t need a dumpster to haul away tons of trash outta my house.
But remember back in the beginning, when I said I had 13 gallons of trash? Yeah, and I still have the rest of the room to go through. That was only from about 10 boxes . sigh
So, admitting you have a problem is the first step in solving it, right?
I don’t expect a miracle cure, but inch by inch, it’s a cinch. If you believe it, you can achieve it. And every other little inspirational rhyme you can think of.
After a huge dose of Hoarders motivation; (I watched 3 in a row. It’s just like passing a wreck, you can’t help but look!!)
unloaded the dw
loaded the dw
scrubbed the wok
cleaned the baby’s sports bottles
and , hold onto your hats!!
scrubbed the double sinks!!
Tuesday I plan to sweep and mop while PP is on her walk. We’ll see!
PS, I did it. Only half heartedly, but I did it. Hip, hip, hurray!