I have been married for almost 20 years to a pack rat.
A very sweet pack rat.
The way I cope with blog-Stedman’s multitude of treasures is to give him his own space and shut the door.
I don’t go in.
It is scary in there.
He currently has several areas which are zoned Holly-free: the room he has his drums, his master bedroom closet, a majority of the attic and his study. When we built the house he worked outside the home so his home “office” was a place for books and a computer. It is right off the main hall of the house.
Now that he works at home full time his home office has turned into HIS space.
I don’t go in.
Except to kiss him goodnight.
And I close my eyes.
Over the last few weeks I have been organizing the house. I have been tossin’ and givin’ things away. The boys’ closets, the boys’ toys, my closet, the kitchen, my office, etc. have all received my ruthless organizational treatment.
Whew. I feel lighter.
Before we left for vacation, I decided to tackle blog-Stedman’s office.
Because I value my marriage, I didn’t throw ANYTHING away. In fact, I didn’t even take it off the shelf. What I did was buy a ton of black cardboard boxes and magazine holders and merely re-locate things that were piled on shelves INTO boxes on that same shelf.
Yep. I am a genius.
The office looks AMAZING. Every time blog-Stedman asks where I put something, all I have to say is that it is in the exact same location ONLY housed in a cute little box.
BUT the makeover did invade his space and has created some wariness that I might start in on some of the other untouchable spaces.
As we were unpacking from vacation this afternoon, I was taking my suitcase back into HIS closet where it has been stored for the last 5 years when I noticed the mountain of suitcases on the floor. Most of the suitcases that are taking up valuable blog-Stedman closet space we haven’t used in years.
I decided I was going to take out all the suitcases and put them up in the attic.
Blog-Stedman decided he better stop me from throwing out all the suitcases help me.
We pulled out some suitcases that we have used in the last few years and I made a pile to go upstairs.
We pulled out some suitcases that we have NOT used in the last few years and I made a pile to go to the garage for the giveaway pile or the trash.
Blog-Stedman was NOT on board with the second pile.
As I was emptying out the pocket of one of the doomed bags, he grabbed the papers in my hand.
Him: What are you doing?
Me: I am going to throw this away.
Why? We haven’t used this bag in 15 years.
He grabs this brochure out of my hand:
Yes, but 15 years ago we went to Paris with this bag.
So. If we haven’t missed what was inside this bag for 15 years, I think we can live without it.
YOU ARE THROWING AWAY MEMORIES!
OK. That last statement stopped me in my tracks.
I don’t want to throw away memories!
I love memories!
I apologized as I reached for the Paris brochure so I could set it aside and save this cherished misplaced memory in a safer place when it fell open:
Yep. Our cherished misplaced Paris memory was the suitcase informational booklet.
And then I organized the rest of the suitcases without challenge from blog-Stedman.