Friday and Saturday looked very much like the beginning stages of hoarding in my house. When we had cable I loved to watch a show about it. One of my favorite quotes from one of the professional organizers was "we're all only about 2 decisions from a crap bucket." I have often thought about how true that is. How often do we tell our minds to ignore something? At what point do you go from having a bit of a problem to a case of full blown hoarding? The kind of case where not even your bathroom works or you've stacked stuff in front of the toilet, thus leading you to use a crap bucket or the outdoors or a gas station.
My daughters decided that they no longer wanted her room downstairs. I was not excited about this move for a couple of reasons. First, holy moly was this gonna take some work. I was also worried that the room they wanted to move into was going to be far too small for the furniture they had. I also worried that we would go through all the trouble and they would decide they hated it. My body isn't what it used to be. I used to live for doing things like this because I need to change things up, but my body doesn't cooperate anymore.
I told Emma that if she really wanted this she was going to have to talk Jared into helping her move the contents of the cyber room out by themselves before I would help with getting her room moved into it. I was too busy purging the playroom and didn't want to stop doing that. When we got half way thru the room switch and all the contents of the "cyber" room were in my living room and I felt like walking away from the project, I thought.....well here it is.... decision 1.
I am little hyper focused when it comes to projects. I hate unfinished projects that take up room in my brain. I am also just fearful that if I take a break, I will never return. My husband cannot relate to this insanity, but as I walked past that living room I thought, here's decision one on the road to a hoarder. Before you know it, ten years goes by and you still haven't finished moving rooms and you've just piled more junk on top of it. So the only safe thing to do is keep working until the job is finished.
The one little girl wrecking machine that destroyed the playroom is not a special circumstance, it's an everyday occurrence. I can only handle seeing the room like that for so long before I begin to feel claustrophobic and need to purge. Everything starts getting donated and thrown away. There wasn't even any more room left to put anything else, let alone successfully play in there!
We still have a few things left to do, but we got everything into it's proper place. We even got almost everything hung on the walls in the girls room....and can I say what a beast that bunk bed is to move, up the stairs! The poor cat was so confused. She just kept going into her old room and crying because nothing was the same. Jared was cracking me up with the headphones on while he was trying to move heavy furniture....it ended up not going so well when the mattress was dropped or pushed onto him at the fault or not fault of his sister subsequently breaking the headphones. That wasn't a pretty moment of cooperation. Emma has about 3 battle wounds from furniture being dropped on her foot or getting cut on various objects during the move. Luckily we had Dad's help with the heavy stuff between him helping someone move and cutting some toes off. We pushed through the obstacles, tiredness and grumpiness to get the job done and everyone is happy.......and I'm happy to report.......we are not hoarders.....yet!
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