Since I’m nesting (gross – who came up with the term “nesting”?) in preparation for the arrival of Baby B, I’ve been doing some organizing of miscellaneous things around the house.
Unfortunately, there are a few things that apparently I have been hoarding.
Shameful, but true.
First, the discovery of glass jars. Pickle jars, jam jars, new jars. Why? I don’t know. I can’t fight it! I must save jars!
It may stem from my childhood when I used to spend summer days as “Melissa the Bare-Chested Bee-Slayer” (I was 6, it was acceptable to roam bare-chested in your yard at that age). I’d catch dozens of honey bees in jars. Why? Again, I don’t know.
Next, the hoarding of rags and dish cloths.
I save them because… because… I can’t stop myself! I might need them one day!
The hoarding of markers.
I love markers. I use them once every 5 years. When that time comes, I’m so thankful for having kept them.
My prized collection of cards.
B-day cards, Christmas cards, Anniversary Cards, Thinking of You cards, etc…
Someone spent 20 minutes in the store just to find the PERFECT card for me!
It warms my soul.
I cannot throw out that kind of love.
Go ahead and judge me for hoarding these things – I just won’t ever stop saving them. They are my treasures.
One day, you might just see me on TLC, clinging to my jars and rags, as a grown up Baby B is talking to the camera saying,
“I can’t explain it, she’s been like this since I was born.”