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Have I mentioned I’m possibly the worlds worst housekeeper? Like keep your shoes on for your own safety kind of housekeeper. Now my house isn’t dirty (maybe a little dusty but seriously, stop rolling your eyes and just follow me on this one.) but it is horribly disorganized.
A lot of this comes from flat out owning too much stuff. I can admit I have some hoarding tendancies, I worry one day we’ll lose everything so I keep almost everything (I’m getting better, really, stop looking at my shoes!). I tetris the hell out of what little storage I have. It’s a game really to see how much I can put in my storage room and still reach the fuse box.
Closets have become breeding grounds. I swear my clothes procreate because I know I didn’t buy all of this. Then of course there’s the ever popular “skinny clothes”. Clothing I have never and probably will never wear taunting me. Whispering “Put down the chocolate fatty”. Well skinny jeans if Dr.Phil couldn’t make me, what chance do you really think you have?
My kitchen cupboards don’t close. Not from disrepair, but from being stuffed to the gills. My name is Jodi and I’m a kitchen gadget whore. I can’t even watch infomercials anymore. I can still repeat the Magic Bullet commercial almost word for word, even though I got rid of mine years ago. And the best part of all my gadget lovin? I hate cooking. I hate baking. I would live off of Wendys Chicken BLT salad if I could. As long as I have cold meat, cheese and diet coke I will survive just fine. I have been told however I need to at least attempt to feed my child healthy meals. So I have pots and pans and “real food” galore overflowing out of my cupboards.
I could go on, but I think you get the picture. We. Have. Stuff. It has taken over the house. This post did have a point. I seem to have lost it somewhere in the piles of toys and random socks.
