Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Many of you know this already...
But I am married to a hoarder.
Now, I use this term affectionately...
At least until a certain time of the month hits then I lose all control and I am tempted to call in the 1-800-Got-Junk guys....
I mean how many times do I have to hang up the wet towel after the shower?
How many pairs of shoes can possibly be left out in the living room?
Must we keep EVERY issue of Sports Illustrated?
Is it really necessary to keep a plastic tote full of pants entitled "snug pants".
I kid you not.
That tote does in fact exist...
I hope he knows he is NEVER wearin' those again.
You can kiss those 32's goodbye buddy.
It is a fine line I walk...between wondering if every time the doorbell rings it's the crew from TLC's Hoarders. or if it's the meat man trying to sell me meat for the 8,000th time this year....
Can't he take a simple No?
There is something weird about buying meat out of the back of a truck...
And he always rings the doorbell right at naptime.
Hey, crazy meat man...take your ribeyes elsewhere!
Ok, so anyway...the hoarding.
It drives me mad.
And truthfully it's not really hoarding.
It's just lots of junk.
That he doesn't throw away.
Humor me now... it's not hoarding... right??
Well, anyway, I try not to let it bother me, but of course it does.
I mean when I have to go hunting for the children because I have lost them in a stack of CD's circa 1990...think Billy Joel, "We didn't Start The Fire".... We got problems.
And I do want to start the fire.
And throw all the junk in there.
And watch it burn.
And dream of a simpler life....
However, a wise man once said....
"Who did you marry....a clean house or your husband?"
He is SO right.
I am NOT going to change my husband. I can't.
And I don't want to.
No amount of nagging and reminding is going to change a person. Some may comply for a time, to get the nagging to stop but then they will begin the habit again soon enough. The greatest power for change that we have as wives is prayer.
~Taken from Christian Stay-at-home Moms
So that is exactly what I am going to do... I am taking it to the Lord.
Because let's face it, that's all we can do.
We are who we are, and that is how he designed us... And I know that he designed my husband and I for each other...
And even though there are days where I am fairly certain God has a BIG sense of humor and wants to make me crazy with all this junk...
I am reminded that it's not me in control.