so, i’ll be honest. i’m a bit of a hoarder with sporadic bursts of voracious purging. i am that jerk that throws everything into a bag and drops off mountains of stuff at the goodwill without organizing it, without making sure all the parts are together, in big ugly heaps of plastic bags of purge. barf my stuff up. it’s really the only thing that keeps our heaps of stuff from completely overrunning our little life here. my saving grace. the goodwill.
now, people are well-intentioned. but if they’re like me, then they know a good place to deposit crap when they see it.
something about having small children makes people think that it’s perfectly acceptable to give you all kinds of their crap. little trinkets, jewelry, magazines and old books, calendars, purses. i mean, the list could go on. and if they find out you’re homeschooling, look out! you’d be amazed what people can find and justify giving you in the name of its “educational value”.
my mother is a big offender, though truth be told, she would try and shunt stuff over here kids or no. though she has discovered ways of getting them to help her get me to agree to accept the stuff. whereas i have a perma-head shake when it comes to my mom dropping stuff off, she knows if she can show it to the kids first before i see it, she can get them to want it, then i’m stuck with it. dirty pool, old woman.
then, there is a neighbor down the block who used to run a head start program or something or be a preschool teacher. i’ve already had to stealthily smuggle out half a dozen giant stuffed animals she gave to us while the kids were distracted. then there was the big tub of geometric shapes that plagued my life for a few months until i finally swept up the last one, put it in the garbage and slammed the lid down with finality. the kids started using them as “food” for their cooking games and they ended up all over the floors in every room of the house.
the other day, we were walking by and she said, “wait! i have something for your kids!” (never mind that we were out on a walk with all three and the dog, trying to unwind after dinner on a weekday night and didn’t have a free hand). she came out with a huge stack of dr. suess wall decals that she had apparently made by hand at some point. they had probably been in her way for years and she finally had the perfect solution (us) with what to do with them. we thanked her, exchanging incredulous glances, and walked on, loaded down with stuff.
i kept the things for a few days before finally pitching them. our house is so small i knew it was only a matter of time before they would hit the trash. i can only stand things to be in my way so long before i finally snap and just start chucking.
again, i feel people. i have trouble letting go of stuff to. it often feels better to give it to someone you know than to throw it out or donate it (that way you can visit your crap whenever you see that person. visitation rights?) but i am not a repository for crap, people! this ain’t the goodwill!