I like to watch Hoarders on TV because it makes me feel like my house is super-clean. Try it if you don't believe me! I might have, like, a perpetually crumb-y tabletop and a few hand prints on my walls and smudged-up windows. But then I watch Hoarders and see these people with crap piled up to their ceilings (sometimes it's literally ACTUAL CRAP) and rodents and roaches and dead cats, and then my house starts to feel like this:
It's the best way to feel good about the cleanliness of your space without actually having to clean it. Although you will have to clean it eventually, otherwise, you know ... rodents and roaches and dead cats.
Anyway, I like to think of myself as a relatively tidy person - it's my kids who trash the joint. I'm always tossing stuff in the garbage (like "sparts!"). But the other day I was giving my kids some pineapple chunks and found myself washing out the plastic jar afterward instead of pitching it into the recycle bin. I went to put it away, and realized that I actually have like twenty of them stashed.
Immediately my mind flashed to my grandma Elsie, who for as long as I can remember kept a kitchen drawer full of twist-ties and rubber bands. Hundreds upon hundreds of them, that she literally never used but kept anyway "just in case."
Then my mind flashed to something else: the stash of empty canisters in my laundry room, the ones that once held those little beads you use to add extra scent to your laundry. I save those every time, too. With a creeping sense of horror, I realize that this is a really hoarder-y thing to do.
In my defense (or maybe as further proof that I am indeed a hoarder in the making?), I have little kids. And I feel like these plastic containers could somehow be used for a craft.
Even though I, uh ...
... well, I don't craft.
Shit. I'm a hoarder waiting to happen, aren't I?
Does anybody else do this or should I schedule an intervention?