The easy part would begin with the boxes. Now I asked myself, where to start? What to keep? What to store? What to give away? Wait a minute! That's the problem! No one can help me! This is a job for us! Us - as in - me and my husband. We are guilty of the following: Accumulate: To heap or pile up; collect; to increase in number. Clutter: A disordered state; or collection. Denial: Refusal to acknowledge, give, or allow. I remember there was a time I could get excited about cleaning. I don't know what happened. I can tell you this, though, it had a lot to do with spending time taking care of family members. They had to come first, everything else could wait.
And I have used the cold winter months as an excuse. It's so easy to say, it will be much better to wait for warmer weather. You know, I have to put some things in storage, and some other things will have to be taken in the truck. We can conquer this: This clutter! I have employed a plan. My husband, however, is unaware at the present time, that no money will be exchanged for his hours of grueling labor. It's his fault as much as mine. It is our home. And together we have accumulated! As I look around, my bookcases are overflowing, my desk is piled high, and there are closets to be cleaned and reorganized. So much to do it can't even be listed.
I chose one morning to tell my husband, "Boxes! I need lots of them! And your truck! It needs to be ready to haul these boxes to the appropriate places. The library, the thrift stores, the city dump, and while you're getting your truck ready, please start cleaning out the storage buildings. Whatever you haven't used in two years! It must go!"
"Are you awake?" He whispered.
Please understaned, we are different. He rises early, and I love to sleep a couple of hours later. So for him to hear these words coming from me at 5 a.m. had to be shocking. And my voice sounded raspy as I have this allergy causing me to have a nasal twang, so I struggled, and sniffled each word!
After breakfast, he did go and bring home many boxes of all sizes. My plan didn't work out as planned, even though he did bring boxes, because it rained. Instead, he used the weekend to install a laminate floor. The dust that settled on everything in my home made my allergies worse.
The next day I called a friend to help me clean and we worked for nearly three hours. I was so glad to be breathing better by the time my husband came home. He was holding a hammer. I froze... "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Oh, I thought I'd tear this wall down to start expanding the bathroom."
"Don't tear down that wall! If you even start to tear down that wall! I will scream!"
"Ok, honey," he said as he gave me the most bewildered look.
"It's my allergies. I can't breathe! The pollen it horrible and along with that remodeling dust, it will be impossible for me to get well. We just cleaned the dust out of this house! Please put that hammer down!"
Now I've described accumulation, clutter, and my husband's denial of understanding how many hours it took just to clean up a mess that hadn't been in my plan! This has given me some facts to ponder... It is true. I think my friend and I can do this. For some reason when she picks up something to question whether it should go in the 'go' stack, or the 'keep' stack. I have a much easier time throwing his stuff in the 'go' stack! He'll never know. He's still in denial. His denial is that he doesn't think I can be this strong. If he inquires, I'll just point my finger in the direction of 'his' storage building. About my stuff, most of it went to my storage building in the back yard. I'll probably go through it in the fall. When it's cooler! Anyway, I'm pretty sure I've used most of what I kept... at least in the last 'few' years. As my friend left, I stuck a couple of $20.00 in her back pocket. I know she'll thank me when she does her laundry!