Hi My Name is Megan....

Hi, my name is Megan and I have potential to become a full-blown Hoarder.

I say 'full-blown' because I think that I am already a little-bit of a Hoarder.

Tonight I decided to clean out our bedroom closet.

I want to be ready to move at a moments notice. Whenever I find contentment in this apartment and God gives us the OK to move I want to be ready.

So I decided that getting our closet clean and organized and rid of all things we don't need or wear anymore would be a good step towards getting ready for the move - whenever that is.

Way to late in the night I started my project. I went through our closet, got rid of some clothes and shoes that we don't wear anymore.

I then found a Christmas tree stand that I most likely would have been looking for in the next week so I felt productive.

It was around the time that we had to take apart the vacuum because I sucked a knit belt into it that I decided I was done with the closet and wanted to conquer new territory.

So I left what used to be our very clean bedroom looking like this: (don't be jealous of the black Dr. marten's in the picture)
There is a chair under there I promise....
And then entered the bathroom - also known as the land of expired products.

Also, the land where the fear (and realization?) set in that I may in fact be a hoarder.

Do you know how many bottles of shampoo I had under my sink?

By the way do those expire?

Does anybody want a pair of glasses that I wore in junior high? Because I totally have those under my sink?

How about the perfume I got for Christmas my senior year of high school, SEVEN years ago?!?

Or what about a Chi straightener that broke 3 years ago but I can't bring myself to part with it because I paid so much money for it.

So I keep it under my sink.

Even though it is BROKEN

I did throw away about 20 bottles of Proactiv because they expired a looooong time ago.

I hope my dad isn't reading this, it would probably hurt his eyes (and bank account) to know that I threw away all of that Proactiv he paid for.

It would be like "throwing money out the window" as he would say.

I also found a couple of bottles of cellulite cream.

Do those expire?

Do you know what the saddest part about all of this is?

I moved more than 10 times during my college career.

I MOVED ALL OF THIS STUFF EVERYTIME.

Something is wrong here.

I started to feel defeated when my bathroom looked like this: (which by the way do you like how I didn't even put down my toilet lid for this picture, my mom will be embarrassed)

When I reached this point I realized I didn't really want to conquer the bathroom either and it was time for bed.

Which is clearly why I'm blogging.

When I told Luke that I thought I was a Hoarder, he said he already knew that I was one, its no secret.

That's why I married him, he lifts me up when I am down.

Now I'm off to put everything back under my sink and in my closet so that I can go to bed.

Basically tonight I just took an inventory of all the expired items in our home.

You should always keep track of those sorts of things, you never know when you will get the urge to wear that perfume that didn't even smell that great when you were in high school.