Please tell me I'm not the only hoarder in town. If one were to glance into my cabinets you would be forced to come to two conclusions, either:
A. She grew up in the Great Depression...poor dear.
B. My god! She must have 9 kids! Look at all this crap!!!
Of course neither is true. But I do tend to stock up when things go on sale. In my warped mind, because we're essentially on a single income- I have to stock up in case I ever lose my job. I suppose I've done a good job. If I get canned tomorrow we've probably got enough shampoo to take us through 2017.
Fortunately, I've confronted my hoarding problem head on. Since I am both anti-clutter and anal, about 6 months ago I did a very thorough house cleaning. Even though I do regular drop-offs to the Salvation Army at least every 3 months or so (anal people must), there was still A LOT of stuff to give away.
On a side note- it was all placed on the front sidewalk for a charity pick up. Roy happened to be painting our side fence when he saw two women driving around scoping out the loot. He quietly watched as they perused our stuff thinking that they were welcome to a few things before the driver came...that is, until they took EVERY SINGLE BOX. How messed up is that? To steal boxes of stuff clearly marked "FOR SALVATION ARMY PICK UP" is pretty twisted. Roy would have stopped them but he'd left the yard for a minute and when he came back, they were gone.
I know I am way too anal and neat. Think of me as a cross between that loony husband in Sleeping With the Enemy and Monica Gellar from Friends with plenty of time on her hands! You've got it- neatly lined up canned goods in the pantry, blankets foldeded in neat little squares and tons of color-coordinated Rubbermaid storage containers in the garage. I had one friend comment, "You do know they make boxes out of cardboard too, don't you?" So yes, I am anal as hell and powerless to stop it. Anyone want to join the world's first Compulsive Organizers Anonymous?