Yesterday I told you about my issue with far, far too many Christmas decorations.
Today I share another matter: My overstuffed drawers and closets and cabinets and everything else.
I swear to God this isn’t my fault. Rob rubbed off on me over time. I used to be soulless when it came to throwing things away. If it didn’t have a use, it was tossed out. End of story.
And then I met and married the third worst pack rat I’ve ever known. The second worst would happen to be his father. Not a coincidence, my friends.
Not only is he a pack rat but he also refuses to throw boxes and such away when they’re empty. Lemme tell ya a little story.
The first time I ever slept over at his apartment, he had to work the following morning. I woke up and wandered into the kitchen to find something to eat. I opened the cabinets and was pleased to see cereal boxes and other various types of food. The cabinet was full. What abundance.
Every. box. was. empty. Everysingleboxwasempty.
It was like a cruel joke. I took out box after empty box. There was no food, anywhere. I was still totally unfamiliar with the area and had no idea where to find anything. Luckily, it was a Saturday and he was only working a half day and clearly I didn’t starve to death or else I wouldn’t be typing this post.
I’d like to say that I have broken him of this unfortunate habit, but he’s not a dog and I can’t talk about him like he needs to be trained. Plus the habit isn’t broken anyway. I mean it’s better – entire cabinets aren’t full of empty boxes anymore.
But don’t assume that just because there’s a boxed marked Benadryl in the medicine cabinet that there’s actually any Benadryl in the house. There’s a chance you’ll be disappointed and Benadryl-less.
This habit has rubbed off on me, but not to the same degree. I just have way too much junk. A drawer in the powder room that barely closes. A kitchen cabinet that I must slooooowly open in case a measuring cup comes flying out at my head. That sort of thing.
So this is another bit of de-cluttering that I’ll be working on this year. I need to purge, big time. Old makeup, expired crap in the fridge and pantry,
(Rob found a bottle of salad dressing in there that expired a year ago)
(the hard way, after he’d already put it on his salad)
(don’t judge me)
stuff like that. One thing at a time and before long I know I’ll feel more free.
Because nobody wants the salad with year-old dressing on it.