Thursday, February 17, 2011
Have you seen it?
If you haven't, don't miss it. Reality TV at its finest! It's the most powerful television of its kind.
For example, let's say I get up early one day, dark:30 o'clock in the morning, and stub my toe on the Papa's size 13 boot, thus hurling my body into an entire village of Little People. After I recover, I make my way into the kitchen and see that Livy didn't get to her chore last nigh. The sink is full of more dishes than I thought existed. Actually, there's clutter on every surface... everywhere I look!
Days like this have a way of snowballing... right into the baseball-stadium-sized pile of laundry, piles of papers and mail that are about to fall over, and closest and drawers that overflow with toys and lost socks, stuffed animals, empty shoe boxes, and all those little tags that toddlers pick up on the floor of department stores. Worst case scenario, I stumble upon a hidden lunch box in the back of a closet, complete with grapes that have oozed into the pretzels, and a turkey mayo sandwich that's well over 2 weeks old. Mama despair.
In times like these I resort the the best therapy I know of for such overwhelming clutter. I fill the sink with warm sudsy water and turn on the aforementioned broadcasting... Hoarders.
So moments before I thought my home was dirty. Just moments before I turned on Hoarders I thought the clutter in our home was getting away from me. Moments before I thought my floors were surely the most filthy in the world. Then Hoarders tells me that not only is my house not the worst... it's not even close. Heck, my home looks clean and sparkley in comparison!
And then I usually plea with the broadcasting gods... Let there be cats!!!! I know it's wrong, but makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside.
I actually have a couple members of my family with hoarding tendencies. OK I'll admit that Papa says they actually are bonafide hoarders, but when you love someone it's just easier to call them eccentric. So I don't mean to demean the seriousness of this actual mental disorder. Hoarding is a serious mental illness, I know, but I didn't have a lot of personal experience with it... and then we adopted.
So let's get serious for a minute, and talk about hoarding and how it can relate to adoption
Hoarding and post-institutionalized kiddos can go hand and hand. Sometimes these kiddos can become hoarders. Not necessarily like the kind with cats and all. But post-institutionalized child that have gone without food, never knowing when or if food will come, might hide food (even in their mouths) even though an abundance of it is always at their disposal now when they are united with their forever family. Or they can hoard their own goodies. Or take things that don't belong to them, some with no value, just to gain a little control in their world.
Scraps of ribbon. A barrette. Matchbox cars. Sunglasses. A passport. A plastic spoon. Often Boo's glasses. A dollie shoe. Business cards. A tea bag. A button. Necklaces. Erasers. A whisk. A roll of duct tape.
Today's bootie includes a mini-skateboard, carabiner, die, Ernie, Papa's pass to the recent Phx Open, (which she's wearing in many pictures) a small stuffed monkey, a Xmas ornament, a glove from a Mickey Mouse costume, a Matchbox car, a pair of fingernail clippers, a piece of ribbon, and a Zip-lock bag to securily store it all in. She takes them to bed and hides them under her pillow. She stoles them away in her backpack and occasionally takes them to school.
Except that passport... I secretly took that when she wasn't looking.