We've all seen the shows on television. The woman with 94 cats that have taken over her house. The man who hasn't thrown away a single thing in 30 years. Houses so disgusting and full of junk and filth, they should be burned to the ground, except that the fumes would probably kill everything in a 30 mile radius. I admit that every time there is a marathon on of ANY hoarding show, I can't turn it off. It's a trainwreck I can't turn away from, and it makes me feel ever so slightly better about myself.
But I have a confession of my own: I am a Scentsy hoarder. That deliciously fragrant wax that melts and fills my home with wonderful goodness....I can't get enough. I know it's meant for "consumption", but there are times I find myself rationing it, as if it were illegal and I needed just enough to get my fix. And with the exception of the handful of retired bars, there is always opportunity to get more. It's cheap, too. So what's my problem?
I have a box of approximately 50 bars and several bricks tucked away in a cupboard. When the kid drags it out, she likes to stack the bars to build a "castle", and I find this extremely unsettling. Why? I don't know. But don't touch my "sniffers". In every way, I appear to be a pretty regular gal. I have a regular house, that is actually probably much less "lived in" than most. I do need new furniture, but not until after the kid is a few years older. I don't have phonebooks stacked on the front porch. The grass isn't too long. I generally have my shit together. But for this one little problem.
Hmmm, suppose it could be worse.
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