This morning as I sat down and looked at my to-dos for the day (yes we have a planning geek amongst ourselves), I realised that it’s been so long since I haven’t written a personal post here. But I promise I came back with a good one.
Look’s like it’s story time.
Last week, our house was a complete mess. I don’t know about you, but with us, it usually happens. One day everything is perfectly fine, every surface is clean, the laundry bin is empty and everything is in it’s right place and then I get back to my work and as I finish up my work I realise that we’ve literally run out of surfaces to put things on, the laundry pile is bigger than ever and there’s even more on the floor in the corner of our bedroom. And as I look at this mess, I know that I probably spent way too much time at my desk and it’s time for a cleaning day.
That’s when I put on an old t-shirt, put my hair up in a bun(as it mostly is), put on some music, because that’s how we get shit done in this household and that’s how we deal with most of grown up work that we need to do.
So, like all cleaning days, Sunday started and this is usually a deep cleaning thing, unless we are short on time for some reason and we both haven’t been well for the last month or so and have been taking turns in being the patient and the one who looks after the other, so the deep cleaning was pending for quite some time. And needless to say, we love the cleaning day, not only because the house looks so good but also because we often find things that we didn’t know we had. Sometimes it’s a piece of clothing that I had completely forgotten I own until that day, on other days I find my favourite pen in my bed side table, sometimes we find lids for lunch boxes that we thought were lost for good.
Well, this time was different. We didn’t find anything new. Although I “noticed” a storage container that’s been sitting in our kitchen balcony for the longest time. We put it there some 3 months back because we were not using it at that point and I remember having this conversation with Nitin that we will eventually wash it and find a use for it. But this Sunday when I noticed that still sitting there, still unwashed, I thought to myself that maybe we don’t need it anymore, we surely haven’t thought about it in the last three months and I am sure if we did not clean for another three months, we wouldn’t have even thought of it.
But since I was not the one who bought it in the first place and because I have conscience and respect for Nitin, I asked him if it’d be okay if I gave it away to our maid and she’ll probably be able to put it to use. But boy oh boy, did I ask the wrong question.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a hoarder amongst us. And (just saying) it ain’t me.
And I guess I should have seen it coming. All those clothes that he has, some of which don’t even fit him. I mean, I also have clothes that don’t fit me right now, but I am hoping I will lose some weight and will fit back into them(this is wishful thinking), while Nitin has clothes that don’t fit him because he grew up. A t-shirt that looks more like a crop top and reminds me of “Ross’s favourite T-shirt from FRIENDS Show that says Frankie says RELAX” , another one that has more holes in it than I can count which he claims he will wear at night like twenty other t-shirts that he wears at night. And then there are some of his fav old t-shirts that he having a hard time saying goodbye to.
And it’s not like I haven’t tried to convince him to let go of some of the stuff that he owns, Believe me I HAVE tried. But NOTHING seems to work. I just thought that these hoarding tendencies are limited to clothes, but this week it was about a storage container. And I just fail to see how some one can be so sentimental about these things but apparently he is.
Now I am thinking that maybe I should just develop thick skin and learn from wives around the world. Maybe I should have just given it away and he wouldn’t even have noticed (although he claims that he’s been looking for it for quite some time. But he never asked me so I don’t believe it). But for now, I am just trying to figure out ways in which I can convince him. We’ll see how that goes.
Do you know someone who is a hoarder? How do you deal with it? Is there a work-around in this situation? Let me know in the comments below!