Hoarders: OCD disorder? Harmless Pack rat or Collector of Things?

Yes, I had quite a few loads of Darks...

While folding many, many loads of laundry last night, (6 kids = never ending loads of laundry) I was watching a few episodes of the A&E  show “Hoarders”.

About 99% of the show, I am in SHOCK!  I am overwhelmed and at times quite disgusted.   When I first see the homes,  I think to myself, “How do these people let their house go and get to this point?”  Scary to say,  I can see HOW…

I am a home school mom.  My kids DON’T go to school 5 days a week for 8 hours a day, they are home, ALL the time.  It is a constant battle to keep the toys in their rooms and to get them to pick up their toys AFTER they are done playing with them.  I find shoes EVERYWHERE…Kieran will actually walk out of his shoes and just leave them right at the spot where he walked out of them.   When cleaning,  many times the kids will get a toy or an article of clothing 85% to it’s final destination, then they are distracted…”Oohh, shiny”…Of course they have forgotten about finishing the job, and have totally moved on…and don’t get me started on “Lego’s”!

Then there is the “Rowan Factor”

This is the Rowan Factor

… I talk a lot about the Rowan Factor; my 3 year old is in his own category of “Wild Child”.  He makes the Tasmanian devil, (Cartoon character, of course) look like the turtle from the ‘Hare and the Turtle’!  I have friends and family that can attest to this!

He is NON-STOP, changes clothes about 5 times a day…or just loves to strip and be almost naked.  Of course when he takes his clothes off, they are left wherever he chose to take them off at the time.  We can’t keep his clothes in his drawers as he will wear ALL of them in ONE day, and somehow, manage to get EVERY single piece of clothing dirty!  His toys show up, well, everywhere…I could go on and on, but he deserves his own post, actually, he deserves his own book…trust me, I am working on it…

Because of all my kids and being home all the time, that I can see how a house can get messy, I believe we live in messy a lot, not filth, but messy…Hence the title of my blog…My Beautiful Chaos.

I am only one Mom.   My kids are in life training mode…older ones help a lot; younger ones…are slowly learning how to help, and are much faster at making  new messes.  I can see how, one can get overwhelmed and lose motivation to clean it up, depression can set in, it becomes a cycle…Then add the probable OCD, and need to collect and keep and before you know it, your house looks like an episode of “Hoarders”.

My house is NOT like that, but it gives me empathy.

My heart does hurt for them, at the same time, still watching, still in  disbelief of the absurdity of the filth…

On the show, the professional organizer, who specializes in “Hoarders”, comes in and asks a few questions…some of the questions lead me to an “Ouch” moment.

She will pick up “stuff” from their house and ask,  “Do you need these?  Will these help you reach your goals that you have set?”

Oh, Crap!  I ask myself that question all the time.  The conversation in my head: “…but I have 6 kids, I might need these…they were expensive, I don’t want to throw it away.”  I couldn’t possibly go down this road…Could I???  Oh Crap!

“Wait, I have this “thing” for knitting yarn, and I am a sap for knitting magazines, and such…I can’t throw the magazines away…they have patterns in them”.

I used to collect “Parents Magazine“.   Come on, I have 6 kids…they have fantastic ideas, for parties, potty training, mom help things…I had several years worth, well more then several…One day last year, I had to ask myself that question…”Do I need these?”  I mean I freakin’ have the Internet and can google any of these “parenting” issues and instantly get my answer.  I made the choice and threw all of them away.

My husband is a drummer, a musician, so we have many old copies of “Modern Drummer” and “Electronic Musician” magazines, Then he loves a few British magazines…Well we CAN’T throw ANY of those away…They all are expensive and well, good bathroom reading, or  “chill” reading.

We have a lot…well not hoarder a lot, but a lot to me…

My 6 and 8 year old daughters have like 25-30 Barbies…that is a lot…I just told them I think they only need 3 a piece…When I told Anya, she was sad…she said, “I played with ALL of my Barbies at the same time when I was little.  You had a big long storage roller box that I kept under my bed, do that for them.”   Ok, I could do that…

It may not look like it, but I am always in de-clutter mode…I am given a lot of childrens clothes from friends,  when mine out grow them,  I try to seasonally pack up outgrown clothes and give them away.

It is a constant, to train, remind and retrain my kids to pick up after themselves.  It never is done the way I want it…

At times, I get stressed over what my house looks like and what am I teaching them.  Is it enough?

I often wonder what they think when their friends come over.  Are they embarrassed?  No they are not.  In fact, the kids/teens that come over, love my house, they say it feels lived in and full of love.  Their Peaceful Chaos.

When I watch the Hoarders show, I see what how it fractures and breaks families.  Children can’t have their friends over, they are embarrassed, or just have no room for anyone, or kids that are taken away for safety reasons…

So,  as exhausting as it is to remind,  re-remind,  re-re-remind and demand my kids help, I will continue to persevere.  I will continue to push them to keep up with their chores.  I am not their slave, as I tell them, and I want them to take pride and ownership of their house, their, “stuff”, and know how to clean when they move out on their own…They will move out won’t they?

I dream of having that decorator style house, that you see in a magazine…but that is not my reality…With kids/teens accidents happen, spilled soda or food on my carpet.  The kids will run in the house after playing outside and forget to take their muddy shoes off.  Our kitchen is in use a lot…I have 2 ginormous dogs…well, one, a 200 lb. Mastiff,

Hoarders: Angus and Rowan

Rowan and Angus: Just a boy and his dog

who thinks he is a lap dog…and a wild, sweet, smiling yellow Lab.  At night they sleep on my living room furniture…one takes the couch and one takes the giant ottoman.  They have worn down my furniture…it’s not as nice anymore.  New furniture?  I have been waiting until my kids are done making messes, but that will never happen, I know.

My house is messy, but no hoarders here,   it’s clean, it’s well worn and full of love…it is my “Peaceful Chaos”.

That, works for me.

Birthday Cakes…throughout the years…

We just had a “Tangled” party for Maggie and Lily…Anya made this cake… 

I thought I’d post a few of the different birthday cakes this family has had over the years…

From being a new mom with my one and only, Anya,  turning 1!!  The cake was amazing!!   What was I thinking, that kind of cake at 1?  I am sure every other year has been a bit of a let down…

Or Taylor’s Racetrack cake!  I am sure that it must be because of this cake that the T, LOVES cars, fast cars, knows all about cars, and basically is obsessed with, yes…cars!

To many of the white or chocolate 9″ round, chocolate Frosting cakes…

Hey at least the plate says, “You are special today”,

because this cake is well…BORING!!

The springs in this cake seem to have broken! 

Look at Maggie so patiently waiting.

But, what I lack in creativity, I make up for in taste!!  Yummy!  (If I do say so myself!)

Then there are the store bought cakes…  It was all about Thomas that year and several after…In fact here is my ginormous 2 year old son, Kieran, on a Thomas train he had for about 3 seconds.  He outgrew it within hours of the purchase!  Doesn’t he kind of remind you of the boy in the movie, “Honey, I blew up the kids!”  

And the Ice Cream Cakes…(Kieran loves these…) 

The wintry Igloo…(attempt) 

The 9 x 11 sheet cake, still in the pan of course…  But the teens don’t care!

The amazing cake by Pam Lewis for Anya’s 16… 

I love this “Construction Cake”  It was a MESSY Cake!  Made sure I had a cheap plastic table cloth and just let them dig, (get it?) Sorry…  dig in!!  Then just emptied out the truck and tied it all up and threw the mess away…easy clean up!

Plates don’t really match the cake theme here do they?  Haha!!

I love celebrating the kids birthdays…I can go overboard, renting ponies, bouncy things, going to bouncy thing places, Tea themes, beach themes, Tangled…untangled, overwhelmed, underpaid…

We have no family in town to celebrate our “big” day with, so I had decided with Anya, that I would try to make the birthday’s awesome and  fun and memorable…to try to make up for lack of family…in town.

I am asked to have my “extended families” parties at my house too!!

Lane!!

Diana is 39??? Again? (Look at Brett's face back there!!)

John's 50th! John and Rhonda with John Ford Coley...

After looking at all my pics throughout the years to find some of the cakes…I am so glad that I love cakes…Cakes mean parties..Parties mean friends, fun and amazing memories for all!!  It brings me great joy and many happy tears to look and see all the smiling faces.

My life is awesome!!

Conviction…Mom style.

In my process of mentoring Anya, I am reading a book that I bought about 2 months ago called,

The Mentoring Mom. 

In the first chapter she asks, what is the imprint you are stamping on your child’s life?

OUCH!!  Hello?  Conviction, how are you, so good to see you again!!

Wow, that made me think…How am I investing MY time in Anya, in all 6 of my children?  How am I showing them love, joy, peace, patience, self-control…and more?

YUCK.

I don’t think I give myself very high marks on a few of these…

I knew this mentoring thing would push me, push me out of MY comfort zone, but so soon???

So I am in the conversation, contemplation phase right now.  What steps do I have to take to be more patient with them, to have more self control?  We can’t expect our children to listen to our words when our words don’t mirror our actions!!

Why is it that we can have peace, self-control, patience, joy and love for others; friends, strangers even, but with our family, we believe it is alright to play by a whole different set of rules?

I know I am guilty of this.  How do I make that change, I am on my journey.

What are your thoughts?

Where has this summer gone???

Holy smokes!  Next week is August!  Where did the summer go??  I know mine was not a break.  I saw pictures and blogs and FB posts on vacations, vacations and more vacations…

Our family chose to NOT do anything this summer…well, we have done school with a few kids all summer…a class here and there.  Then there was the summertime sucking schedule of the musical.  It was fun for Kieran, but it was a lot…I am just now beginning to decompress from it!  (yet, mentally preparing for the Christmas play that he and who knows who else will want to be in!!)

I have gone back and forth on whether to put the kids in public school this year or not, as a time saving, stress relieving time…and the answer is…

NO!

Public school would not be more time productive for me.  My kids would not ride the bus,  I am not thrilled with the route…the joys of living in the country.  We are 20 plus minutes from the schools…Anya has offered to drive the kids, or should I say pick them up…I am sure the morning driving would be left to me!  My sweet, tender children will once again stay home with me.

The play showed me that kids are mean, kids can be cruel, kids are just not nice to each other at times, and they don’t care who they target.   To put my kids in that enviroment 5 days a week would be not healthy for them.  Plus, just think of all the money I will save not having to buy gas for my church van!

You can argue need for socialization…but have you met me??  I am a freaking taxi driver!  All I do is take my kids from one social event to another!  It is so nice that Anya is driving as now she is taxi driver number 2 and she is LOVING every second of it!!  (so am I!)

So now that summer is almost over…I think we will NOT start school until September…I was hoping for some time off…but that is such a silly thought…I just started looking over the calendar of events…parties, Anya has a mission trip to Wheelright KY, Ladies night out dinner, My birthday Rowan’s birthday, Reba rehearsals, a 10 day run of Reba shows…then I am going to Niagra with Tom for 4 days!!

Yea!!  Ummm, that takes us right into September…But I do know that I am going to Florida with some of my friends!!  Girls trip!!  Woo Hoo!!  I can’t wait!  Then we have Kieran’s birthday, School, life…It is just zipping by!!

So for me, August will be a month of getting organized, somewhat…making sure I have all my workbooks needed for each small, medium, and large child.  Continuing to de-clutter…I have BAGS of clothes to give away… and breathe a little before the year begins.

My Trip to Vegas…The flight.

I am sitting at the airport baggage claim area in Los Angeles.  It is about 8:45.  I have another hour until I surprise my husband that I am here a day early!

I was supposed to fly here tomorrow morning, but after much thinking  and pondering and having a mini break down, I decided, late last night, I was either going to not go at all, or say screw it and pay the extra money and take the flight the night before.

Instead of flying direct into Las Vegas, I had decided that I would fly to Los Angeles.  Because of the ACM’s, I knew that the flights in and out of Las Vegas would be full the 2 days before the ACM’s and 2 days after the ACM’s.  Tom has to take a red-eye back to Nashville right after the ACM’s, so I will go back to LA and spend a day with my dear friend Lauren.

I am renting a car and driving to Vegas.

Tom is flying in from Hawaii tonight.  He was supposed to fly to vegas but, when I decided to go, he opted to drive with me.  The problem…he has a rehearsal in Vegas, Friday at 6:00 and has to be there by 5:45.  The original flight I booked was for Friday morning and it didn’t get in until 1:45,  so I changed my flight to the 6:30 flight with a plane change in Chicago, arriving at 11:30 LA time…7 hours from start to finish!!  Then add a 4-6 hour drive, depending on the traffic…

A few days before my flight, I began to stress… I couldn’t take a chance of him being late…so it was either drive myself, not go, or arrive the evening before.

Well, I was going to just bag the whole thing, but after mentally breaking down last night, Wednesday night, from lack of sleep, stress of all the kids and running here there and everywhere for them, lack of sleep, and not seeing Tom most of this month…I opted for door number 3!!

So, I called one of my best friends, Teddy, and asked her how much it would cost to change my flight, if I could even do it…all that jazz.  Then I called many of my other amazing best friends that are stepping up to help and watch my children!

Angels…that’s what they are, angels!!

So I ran to the store, and bought a few groceries, withdrew some money for the weekend.  Spend the morning doing laundry.  I came home, took out my clothes, packed stuff…what I packed,  I am not sure of.

Kissed most of my kidlets, execpt for Rowan, who was sleeping…, goodbye!

And I was off!

I had to put gas in my car, so I stopped in the little market.  Of course the 2 sweet ladies that work there chatted with me for a few…

I then was off again, and got behind a S L O W dump truck on River road.  Then got stuck in traffic on 440….Ugh

I was supposed to be there at 3:30…I got there about 4:05.  Teddy printed out my ticket and I raced through security and down to the gate.  I got on the plane and just chilled…

It was a 5 hour flight.  Actually, we got in a 1/2 an hour early.  That was direct!!

I took the shuttle from Southwest to American.  And now I sit.  I wait until about 9:45 or so.

I am sitting here in the baggage area of American, watching people.  I am enjoying all the styles of clothes.  Watching the little girl play with her dad, while they are waiting for family.  Watching families hug as they are reunited!

It is the coolest.  There is a guy sleeping.  Has been since I got here an hour ago.  People sitting on the carousel chatting, waiting for other loved ones, or waiting to be picked up.  Ahhh, the sights and sounds…there is a little boy watching a dvd.

I think I am most amazed at the shoes.  I am dumbfounded at the HIGH heels that many women wear when they are at the airport!  Whew, I would kill myself if I even attempted to wear them!

So I wait…More people walk past me, keeping me entertained.

I love airports…I know it’s strange, but it is a fantastic place to just sit and watch people.  How they interact, what they act like when they are alone, with loved ones, family, strangers.  It is quite an education.

Finally, the time has come and Tom’s plane had arrived.  I remained in my chair.  I saw several of the band guys pass by, HEADED toward carousel 1 right in front of me.  I looke over to my right just as Tom was passing by, and he had to do a double take, and stopped in his tracks and with a huge smile asked, “What are you doing here?”

It was great!