Decluttering my life

I was watching the tv show, Hoarders. I tried not to judge these people but I really couldn't see how they could live the way they did. I mean, piles of junk here, piles of clothing on top of clothing on top of more clothing. Boxes of stuff everywhere and then they have no idea what is in the boxes. I was overwhelmed at the amount of stuff these people had. I mean, stuff, stuff, and then extra stuff; stuff that had molded, stuff that was broken and yet these people wanted to continue to keep it and it meant them no good.

So after watching an edisode of this stuff, I had the inclination to clean my house. Even though, I don't consider us as hoarders, but all it takes is one of this and then two of that and before you know it, we'd be the people on the tv show. I started with the office at home and there were magazines that hubby had here and there and I knew from all the dust on them that he had no intentions of ever reading these magazines again. At first I had a bag from wal-mart to throw bits of trash in but then I thought that I needed a trash bag. I asked hubby if he would be reading these magazines and when he said, "what magazines?", I already knew that he didn't know what was in there, so in the trash they went.

Hubby then had the audacity to ask me if I had seen a bag he had been looking for. I asked him where was the bag and he said it was hanging on the back doorknob. I told him I had not seen it. He then said that it was hanging on the doorknob for a few years and had just thought about it when I started cleaning. I tilted my head to one side and said, "Dear, if you haven't seen it in years, then it's likely you didn't need it." He agreed (which was shocking).

I continued to clean up the office and when I was done throwing away stuff we don't use, I filled the entire trash bag up. but hubby said that when he gets ready to clean out the garage and his clutter that he is turning his trash into cash. Somebody please pray for him. Have a lovely day.

Lovingly yours,