My husband is on spring break this week and I am spending it organizing our hoarders basement.
Ok, it’s not quite as bad as the houses on “Hoarders”, but our basement is definitely messy and disorganized enough that I couldn’t even bear the thought of taking a “before” picture of the disaster. We’ve lived here almost 6 years and the only thing that’s happened in that basement during that time is that we’ve repeatedly carried boxes full of stuff down there for storage. Some of the boxes are things we never really unpacked from when we moved here! Clearly all that stuff is really important. We’ve never vacuumed or dusted down there and mainly ignored everything except to dump more stuff down there. It’s just a ridiculous mess.
As I’ve been going through the boxes and throwing out such important things as my college notes from 15 years ago, I’ve had a ton of neurotic thoughts: What if I need them? What if there’s a pop quiz about American Jewish history tomorrow? What if I regret not being able to read my indecipherable notes from microeconomics and Holocaust lit? What if late at night I decide I need to read that coursepack on the history of disease in Europe? I mean, I have no memory of the coursepack and no idea where it is located in my basement, BUT WHAT IF I WANT IT? And what if an IRS man shows up and wants my 10-year-old credit card statement on a now-closed account?
These are the thoughts that you have to laugh at yourself about and then throw that damn stuff out.
Our ultimate goal is to clear out enough space to throw down an area rug and some toys and let the kids go wild in there. Our toys are bursting out of our tiny playroom, which barely fits the girls themselves. In a perfect world, we would finish the basement or move to a bigger house, but we don’t live in a perfect world. Our kids are going to play in our dungeon basement, just like I used to do when I was their age.
Here’s hoping that after all this work they aren’t too scared to play down there by themselves!