I have N.E.S.T.I.N.G. (Never Ever Sit unTil It's New or Gone) syndrome bad. Yesterday I went out and bought two more giant Rubbermaid containers, bringing our total purchased up to, man, maybe ten? Ten 72L containers. I've been attacking the storage room like a woman possessed and I'm doing pretty well. I posted on Facebook that I think I'm probably about 2/3 done organizing that room.
My goal is that everything will be out of cardboard smush-able boxes (some of which entered our lives about 8 years ago and I'm willing to bet have never been opened. I discovered one box that I remember packing, because it was the contents of the pile of papers beside my bed in our Toronto apartment that I just dumped into the box in last minute panic - and we left there three years ago. I just shuddered and closed the lid again.) and into hard plastic containers. Labelled, on both the top and the side that shows into the room so I know what's in them, and grouped together, and hopefully filled with 'like' items. All the VHS tapes together. Yes, we still own those. All the Christmas decorations together, and that alone will be a first. Oh, to never have the conversation that starts with "honey...have you seen the other leg to the tree stand?" ever again! The joy!
The part I'm NOT looking forward to is the boxes of paper. There are at least three or four of these in there - bits of 'stuff'. A plastic container full of cards we received for baby showers and our wedding. Toss? A bag full of wedding decorations. Give away? David's school notes from his diploma of a decade ago? Ummmm.
But, once it's all done and the door is shut (and opened again repeatedly just to look at the neatness again) I think THEN the baby can come. Because everyone knows a baby only comes when your storage room is organized and you've washed behind the stove. Sheesh.
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Have you ever seen that show "Hoarders"? It fills me with such fear and loathing that I've forbidden anyone in the house to even THINK about it.
I think that's why I don't keep stockpiles of baby clothes on hand. In my head, the line between nesting and hoarding is too close for me to toe.
But keeping old wedding decorations and notes from a decade-old diploma? If you let me know before your episode of Hoarders airs, I may muster up enough courage to watch it.
Oh I'm with you on Hoarders. I can't stand that show. I watched one episode, had a panic attack, and have refused to watch it since.
I think, however, that we're quite a ways from Hoarders! For one thing, nothing is dead in my storage room. :-) Also, I don't store garbage, just actual useful stuff (with the container of wedding invites excluded, of course!)
I don't know, maybe I shouldn't keep baby clothes, but one of the containers is 'too big' girls' clothes so I know I'll be using them, and the other is 'too small' boys' clothes, and, let's be honest, I'll probably be using those again too.
Also, ahem, YOU collect children...give me my Rubbermaid, at least.
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