It’s Memory Lane Monday! Help, I’m living with a hoarder was written three years ago when I thought I was at the end of my rope. Guess what? As a mom of a tween, I can tell you that while some things get better, others get worse. Last week I had Eliza Cantley from Simplicana come work with Rosie to get her more organized. More on that soon. For now, enjoy!
I can see it now. Fifteen years in the future. I’m in New York for a long weekend visit. Rosie’s just graduated from college and she’s dancing at the Met (one can dream, can’t she?). I ring the bell at her new apartment and she answers the door with a big smile. I go to step into the foyer and I can’t. It’s blocked by boxes. They’re up to the ceiling. And, they’re all empty.
She can’t bring herself to throw them away. Or, any of her childhood stuffed animals for that matter. I shake my head in disbelief. It’s official. Rosie’s a hoarder.
A little extreme? Maybe. But if you saw all the stuff that came out of my kid’s room last weekend, you’d understand my fear.
Rosie’s always had trouble parting with her possessions. So, last year, I came up with the idea to reward her for getting rid of all her junk. We’d have a garage sale and she could keep the money from everything she sold. And, on a small scale, it worked.
This year, she was pumped for the opportunity to make some money. And, she spent hours going through all her toys to see what she’d outgrown. Most of the little girl toys (Barbies, Polly Pockets and Play Doh) were up for sale. Unfortunately, no one wanted to buy. So, we donated the stuff to charity.
But, it didn’t make a dent. There were still hundreds of stuffed animals, Happy Meal toys and quite honestly, junk left in her room. There could have been a dead body in the closet and she wouldn’t know. It was packed from top to bottom.
On Saturday, Rosie announced that she needed to clean her room; a decision I’m sure was motivated by the fact that the cleaning ladies weren’t cleaning her room anymore. They couldn’t get around all her stuff. She had doll beds and little play areas set up around the perimeter for her American Girl dolls. While it looked organized to her, it was a mess of small objects shoved into every corner.
So, we spent the day going through it all. We went through every single drawer and all the nooks and crannies that she packed things into. And, at the end of the day, we had one tub of clothes to send to her cousin (four empty tubs as well), an extra large bag for Big Brothers/Big Sisters, a big garbage bag, some Littlest Pet Shop cases and six large cardboard boxes.
I stood in stunned amazement that all that crap was crammed into her room. It filled the entire hallway. And, it looked like an episode of Hoarders.
Her room, however, looks amazing. It’s tidy and organized. And, you can actually walk into the closet now. What an improvement!
Ladies, how do you get your kids to let go of their favorite toys? What are your rules on keeping their rooms clean?