I might be a lot of things, but a hoarder, I am not!

I don’t like having a lot of “stuff” around me. I only have things I really use. And, what I do have, I want kept in its proper place so everything looks nice and neat and clean. Yes, clean, I love clean.

My mother knows I love things neat and clean so when I go to visit her in the nursing center where she lives she will ask me if I will clean out her room for her. The housekeeping staff cleans the floors, bathrooms etc, but they don’t go through the residents “stuff” to thin things out or get rid of things from time to time. As a result, some of the residents, like my mom, will let things pile up in their little corner of their rooms forever.

Who would think that little old people in nursing homes could become hoarders? After going through each and every thing in my mom’s room, I now know my mother is a horder. She asked me to “clean” out her room and make it look nice like my house and I agreed. But, when I started asking what this and that was for, she said she needed everything I was asking about.  She saves EVERYTHING! Rubber bands, paper clips, the little cups the nurse gives her her medicine in. She hoards wash cloths in her drawers and asks the nurses for more. When I asked her why she needs so many wash cloths, she said she puts them over her eyes in the afternoon when she takes her nap. O.K., that to me would mean I keep one wash cloth for that purpose and get rid of the rest. But, mom refuses to give up her stash of wash cloths so what can I do? She has at least four empty boxes in her drawer that she keeps “just in case she needs a box for something”… She has a small nightstand with three drawers that are jam-packed with “stuff”. Every time I go to visit her she asks me to help her find something she lost in all her “stuff”. Every Wednesday I have to help her find her rosary beads because she lost them in her top drawer that is full of all the stuff she wants me to clean out until I hold something up and say “can we get rid of this”? The cafeteria sends out dining menus every week to all the residents so they know what is being served. My mom must have four years worth in her bottom drawer. I say “mom, what do you need all these old menus for”? She just looks at me and says she may need to look at them again someday. Her roommate keeps bringing mom magazines that mom doesn’t want to read, but she takes them anyway because she doesn’t want to hurt the roommates feelings.

So, last week when I was trying to help mom “clean” out her stuff, out of all the things she had to get rid of, the only thing she let me throw away was a paper with the words “MOM” painted on it she made in arts and crafts for herself for mother’s day!

All I can say is I hope I never become a hoarder, and if I ever do, I hope someone remembers I really didn’t mean to become one and just go ahead and make everything nice, neat, and clean…just the way I like it!

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Bill
    Jun 23, 2012 @ 00:47:22

    If my wife becomes a horder the people in hell will need heavy winter clothes because hell has just froze over.



  2. gotham girl
    Jun 23, 2012 @ 01:02:31

    I love my Bro! Hell will freeze over!!!! xoxoxo MORE!


  3. Megs
    Jun 27, 2012 @ 17:12:48

    LOL! Too funny!


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