I saw a show on TLC called, "Help! I'm a Hoarder." Watching the show made me more aware of the pockets of craziness existing right now in my home. Those who know me can attest that my home is usually pretty orderly. But recently, we have cleaned out the garage to make room for the second car. We have also moved Secret Agent Man's desk down to my office. Now that he travels so much, toppling Third World dictators, it's no longer necessary to dedicate a whole room for his office space. What was his office, will now be a guest room, if I can ever get it cleaned up. With all the rearranging I have just put everything up there until I have a chance to go through it. I know that I will need to dedicate at least one whole day to get that room put together. I have neither had the time or interest to do it.
S.A.M and I were watching this hoarder show the other night. He kept glancing at me as if to say, "Any of this look familiar?" OH.MY.GOSH. it did! I looked at him and said,
"Help! I'm a hoarder."
After I am done with the guest room, I will tackle the junk drawer and then the pile of shoes in my closet.
Here is a clip of the show so you can see what I am talking about:
They say that hoarding is hereditary. "No, Mini Me, don't be crazy like your mama!"