Hoarding

Does anybody ever watch that show "Hoarding: Buried Alive" on TLC?

Let me warn you now, that if you have anxiety or OCD issues in any way then do NOT, I repeat, do NOT watch it. Ever. I made the mistake about a year and a half ago when I was too lazy to get off the couch and find the remote to change the channel so I sat through an entire episode of this awful show.

And by awful, I mean I ended up going through my kitchen pantry and every closet in our house tossing things left and right for almost 3 hours after the show was over because I didn’t want to end up like the families on TV. If we hadn’t used an item in the last 4-6 months, it was tossed.  

This was also the same night I found our lost engagement pictures so I should admit there was one good thing that came out of watching the show that night. Even though I vowed to myself and Jeremy that I will never do it again. Orders from the husband after he came home and found me knee deep in piles of clothes, books and an empty refrigerator and pantry with nothing for him to eat.

But that one episode I watched was enough to scar me for life and if I hadn’t been considered a tosser then, I definitely am one now. Every few months I go through my closet and toss clothes that I haven’t worn in the last few months. My sisters love this side to me because it means they get to go through a bag of my clothes every so often for keeps.

Normally my husband understands my tossing tendencies and complies without too much complaint but has made me promise to never touch any of his things, i.e. his clothes or video games which are really the only things that belong solely to him in our house.

So I was quite surprised when I went up to our bedroom last night to find Jeremy going through his drawers to clean out and organize clothing he hasn’t touched in 10+ years. {And no, I’m totally not over-exaggerating with that timeline.}

He asked me not to help, I ignored him, and we got to work.

This boy has kept every article of clothing since his junior high days. This is one bad thing to having a husband that never gains weight. He can still fit into all of his clothes from when he was 15 making his wife extremely jealous in the process.

What could have been done in the span of an hour took almost 3 because we had to do several fashion shows along the way.

Willow got bored with us and fell asleep half way through.

We found the Sadie Hawkins shirt I made for him our Senior year where all of the girls wore white shirts and the guys wore black with our date’s senior picture on the front and baby picture on the back.

Yep, still fits him. {And just FYI, I did make him keep that shirt because it's sentimental and I'm not that cold hearted.}

And then my baby picture tore off the back when he took it off and I almost cried.

I’ve mentioned before my bitterness with having no baby pictures alone since my sisters hung on me at all times and are in every single picture growing up. This was 1 of about 5 I had before my high school lost it when it was submitted for my yearbook page. And then the only copy of it tore off his shirt to be forever lost and thrown in the trash last night.

Man, I was cute.

3 trash bags to Goodwill later, a thousand extra hangers, and a tidy, organized closet made for a great night’s sleep.

I live for nights like that.