Saturday, September 1, 2012
Oh joy, my daughter just can't seem to part with anything. Broken toys, useless underwear, food wrappers. You name it, I'm sure you might just find a piece of it in my daughter's room.
A few months ago, I wrote this where I mentioned this:
Yes friends, that is the same wrapper that I thought I had buried in the trash back in May. The exact same one!! The one that was buried months ago. Now how did that end up back in Jackie's room?! Gah! I spent 5 hours in Jackie's
bedroom pit last night trying to clean and reorganize. I had noticed some small items that had fallen behind her dresser. However, I did NOT expect to find that darn Rice Krispy treat wrapper that Jackie had apparent grand plans for.
I have watched those Hoarding shows on TLC but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would have to deal with it in my own immediate family. Now, I admit that I have stuff packed in boxes in our basement but it's mostly sentimental stuff and stuff that I'm waiting to use in our next home (whenever that may be). I do not save food wrappers and broken pieces of plastic.
I emptied Jackie's room completely of everything with the exception of her large dresser. Jackie either has a potential problem with hoarding or she's just too darn lazy. Or better yet, perhaps she has a food hoarding problem. I found all sorts of food wrappers in the abyss of her closet. Just last week, while I was going through the drawers at the base of her bed in preparation for moving it out of her room, I found an old corn on the cob, wrapped in a paper towel. Actually, I'm not quite certain who put that there as Ben has a tendency to hide food that he doesn't want to eat.
A couple of weeks ago, I told Jackie to throw a pair of her underwear away as they were coming apart at the waistband. After balking at my request, I watched as Jackie obliged. A few days later, while I was putting clean laundry away, I noticed those underwear that I thought were thrown away. I just rolled my eyes. That stinker of mine had sneakily put those tattered pants into the dirty laundry to be washed.
Last week, as I was helping Jackie straighten up her room, I noticed one of the pairs of underwear on her dresser looked very much like mine. I'm not sure how they ended up there. Well, as I asked Jackie how my underwear got into her room, I noticed that the waistband was starting to break apart so I asked Jackie to throw them away in the bathroom trash. She obliged. Or so, I though. As I was taking apart the bed last week in Jackie's room, I took out another drawer and what do I see? Yep, you got it. Those darn underwear. Why does Jackie have such an attachment to useless underwear? I grabbed them and immediately buried them in the trash.
The other night, as Jackie was getting ready to shower, I noticed that the underwear Jackie had on were starting to fall apart. Like, coming apart at the seams in the crotch area. For me, it's a given that those type of garments have obviously earned their rightful place in the trash can. So, as Jackie started to undress, I told her to throw the underwear away. (I should have learned my lesson by now as this is the 3rd pair of tossed underwear in just a couple of weeks). In true Jackie fashion, she asked me why. I told her they were falling apart and therefore she will not be wearing them any longer. Then I left the bathroom as Jackie got into the shower.
So, last night, as I was cleaning Jackie's pit of a room, I went to put some of her hair stuff away and as I reached into the cabinet under the bathroom sink, and what do I see?!? Ugh. Again. Those freakin' underwear that I told her to throw away the other night. I just had to roll my eyes. Again. The rice krispy treat wrapper, old corn on the cob, useless underwear, among others.
Lord help me!