I must like piles because they are everywhere in the house. Piles of valuable hand-me-downs, abandoned crap, excessive purchases, memorable bric-a-brac and miscellaneous what-nots hang out in most rooms. There either isn't a perfect place or isn't room to fit it in. Maybe it's that I can't decide what to do with each sentimental piece.
Mostly ignored until company is coming, then this unclassified clutter has to be dealt with. Rooms that guests don't enter get piled higher and higher of these so called 'must keeps'. When the offspring come home to visit I'll say the classic, "One of these days, this will get tossed." It never happens.
How to convince myself to let it go. The best cure is to have someone else do the deed, where the attachment doesn't exist. Having friends clean out each others homes might work, but would the relationship endure. Imagine the accusations. "You threw out my special Valentine card from third grade!"
Why not hire a maid service? Is it the money or letting them see you at your worst? Probably both. I could muster the courage to 'Do-it' my self. I dream of the biggest garage sale ever with dollar signs in my eyes. Like that will ever happen, but think of all the money to be made. My biggest fear is that when no one is looking, I would haul half of it back to the house.
Shall my kids conspire while hubby and I go on a weekend getaway? More than a dozen times my siblings and I attempted dumping my own mom's crap, but to no avail. She would drag it out of the trash saying, she needed it.
A clean break is the only way to part with my piles. This is a perilous situation.
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