Confession

I have a confession to make.

I am a pack rat. Okay, okay, I am a hoarder. OMG. I don’t know. Maybe hoarder is too strong a word at this point. I am one tragedy away from becoming a hoarder though. At least that is what I tell myself. It’s kind of scary.

I am trying to get my house cleaned up and organized. It is cluttered. Me and my husband took everything out of our bedroom to rearrange it and clean. This was a couple of months ago. Most of the stuff is mine so much of it has not made it back into the bedroom or its proper place (where ever that may be). We also started to take stuff out of other rooms and closets to try to organize and make more room, or make sense of the mess. We are trying to keep our bedroom less cluttered–it got really cluttered when we had my nephews living with us; we stuff anything extra into our room. So yeah, I started pulling stuff out of closets to go through and rearrange, to try to find more room in other places. It is like, I pull one room or closet apart and I think of things I want to put into the closet that requires me to pull other closets apart. So I have a big mess. And I haven’t had the energy to deal with it all. That is the way it typically goes with me. So a lot of the mess is piled into the living room.

Right now I am in a spare room, the office, trying to organize all my clothes. I determined that this closet in the office would hold all my “spare” clothes–clothes that don’t fit but I am saving for when they will. When I lose weight. Hahaha. OMG. Well, wanted to put off-season clothes in there too but I don’t think I will have enough room. I have sooo many clothes…clothes that fit and whole other wardrobes that do not fit. Tubs and tubs! It truly is ridiculous. When and if I ever lose a significant amount of weight I will have enough clothes for the ride down the sizes until, or if and when, I get really thin.

I should just donate the stuff. But then that hoarder mentality kicks in. Some of the stuff is so pretty! Some of it has never been worn! Some of it I just love, they have memories attached. I wanna wear this stuff again. Of course, it won’t be stylish if I am ever ready to wear it again but who cares for that?

I have to work on my hoarding tendencies. I have to work on some weight loss. Perhaps I should give myself a challenge. If I don’t lose a significant amount of weight by a year from this date then I will donate all these clothes to charity. Mark my words!