From looking at our garage, you would think we were destined for a spot on the show “Hoarders”. If you are the few clueless people who haven’t seen the show, it is reality TV at it’s finest. People who NEVER throw away anything are confronted by family members trying to help them clean their homes and move past their hoarding tendencies. It’s horrifying and addicting at the same time: like watching a train wreck.
Our garage is our little hoarders delight. The inside of our home is neat and tidy. Yes, the kids’ rooms can get into a hoarding state, but if I threaten to take away television privileges, it can get cleaned up pretty quick. Probably the reason that the inside of our home is fairly respectable is because everything that clutters up the inside… is relegated to the “garage”.
This is our frightening garage BEFORE:
| A Hoarders Dream |
Sadly, I can’t guarantee there will be an AFTER. This is more than a one-day job. This might be more than a month-long job. There is stuff here we moved with us 12 years ago that has yet to see the light of day. Do I know what is in each and every box? Hell no. Do I care? Not really. My philosophy is that if I don’t even know it’s there, then how would I ever miss it if it mysteriously disappeared into some rather large, stinky, metal dumpster?
I wouldn’t.
The husband? He is a freak of nature. Somehow he knows every thing he packed up from his old house when we made the move to this house 12 years ago. He may not have seen it in 12 years, but he knows it’s there. And therefore, he refuses to throw anything away. This is some of what is stored in our garage:
* Empty computer boxes and printer boxes for equipment we don’t even own any longer.
* Notebooks full of college assignments that haven’t been looked at or written in for 25 years.
* Coffee tins full of nails, bolts and screws that we never seem to be able to find… which is why every time we need some, we buy more.
* A rather expensive Craftsman rolling tool caddy that the husband bought to organize his tools but is currently storing various Polly Pocket dolls.
I could go on but then I’d be boring you and you’d start looking elsewhere for your daily entertainment.
Let’s suffice it to say our garage is a dump and I can’t take it anymore. Let the clean-up begin.
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