In honor of Mother’s Day tomorrow, I want to share with you one of my favorite posts from 2011 about my own incredible mother… a woman who continues to inspire me every day. Happy Mother’s Day!
Going through my baby pictures recently really got me thinking…
Are you a perfectionist?
Not in every part of my life, but in many ways, yes.
For instance, I don’t finish most of the projects I start because I fear they won’t be good enough. Or perhaps I am waiting to buy the perfect tool to make the perfect ____________ (scrapbook page, stained glass window, hand woven basket, quilt square, granny square, beaded chandelier… pick a craft, any craft).
This is a very common trait in people with clutter issues. Oh fine, I’ll say it, hoarders.
My mother is not a hoarder or a perfectionist.
My mother came to visit last weekend.
It was lovely. It always is. She does laundry…all the way through! And she buys school clothes, and takes us all out to eat, repeatedly!
It’s so nice to have her here that I don’t even mind the fact that she bought me a book about compulsive hoarding.
I’m not even kidding.
Apparently she heard a fascinating interview about it on NPR and it reminded her of me and my life-long struggle with clutter.
I imagine that some people might get offended if someone came to visit and then gave them a book about compulsive hoarding.
Guys? This book is rocking my face off. I always joke about being a borderline hoarder, but apparently I’ve gotten to the point where it’s not a laughing matter anymore. I have so much in common with many people who exhibit this compulsion, it is frightening. But more on that another day. (See? Classic avoidance.)
Instead, let’s discuss a different thing that happens every time my mom visits: my cat Gracie gets pissed. Literally. There is piss, loads of it, in inappropriate places.
So Gracie’s in solitary confinement and I’m In The Powder Room today weighing my options. Meet me over there and we’ll discuss.