Ok, so here’s our update…I’ve been doing my best not to buys things this month and I’m taking it just one day at a time.
My first week I did real shit and bought things. (4 to be precise)
My second week, I did much much better and only bought one item for the dog. (Shea butter for her dry nose, and by golly it’s worked!)
And this week, I bought….
However. (Sorry now I’m about to get wordy again)
Yah. See that however there? I’ve told my family and friends about my goals. I’ve told them I’m beyond sick of buying things and having excessive stuff in the house. Most have been really cool and supportive about it. All but one. My mother.
Now, I don’t live with my mother (and never will) but we live within 15 minutes drive from each other. She is very involved in my life. I love her. But she is both a shopaholic AND a hoarder. In this picture below, she is at a 7 on a good day.
I’m not mentioning this to be judgemental in the slightest. I am very sympathetic and understanding of her condition. Growing up in a hoarder house is what made me the neurotically clean, zero tolerance to clutter, both capable of extreme purging and incapable of letting go person I am today.
She also recently moved (probably one of the worst experiences in both of our lives) and is now beginning to see a little bit of how her stuff truly is a burden. (Bear with me, there is a point to all this).
She too has been purging her stuff, in her own way. Each week she takes one full garbage bag to the donation center! I’m so proud of her!
But then she brings things over I might like without asking me if I want them (therein lies the problem). As she truly can’t distinguish “special” things from trash, I end up getting both. She is very sensitive, like many hoarders are when it comes to things. As I said, I’m very understanding of her. When she brings stuff over, I always thank her and let her know I will go through the things later so I don’t hurt her feelings with my “this is trash” face. She truly can’t understand that when I say I don’t want anything else, that means I want NOTHING. I doubt she ever will and this is something I’ve been working on accepting.
In addition to about half a bag of old paper and broken Happy Meal toys and a Barbie arm from the 90s (from when I was a kid, these were all immediately thrown away), my mom brought over these.
They’re bigger than they look. They need to be polished. They’re nothing special and are from the 70s. So here’s where my hoarder tendencies come in. Now I need to decide if I want too keep them or not. They can go in the bathroom on the wall. I can donate them. This might cause a fight as my mother WILL ask me about them later. (She remembers EVERY single item in both her house and mine).
She also brought this over, but had bought this yesterday at a thrift store.
And yet, here I have 4 more stinking items in my house that I need to figure out what to do with.