SDMB Slob Reform Club - February Edition

I never boil fewer than half a dozen eggs. My daughter likes to have one for breakfast, even if it’s cold, and we all like them on our salads, or as a snack. Plus we all like egg salad. Sometimes I’ll boil a dozen eggs at a time, and just leave them in the fridge, and they’ll be gone in a week. Boiling six eggs doesn’t take any longer than boiling one.

As for my efforts to keep this place clean…I’m taking care of my husband, who had surgery 10 days ago, and is convinced that he can’t possibly eat more than one scrambled egg at a time. But he wants to eat half a dozen times a day. This is getting old.

Will he settle for fritatta, or something else you can warm up? Probably not, right?

After a cup of tea, I’m off to the laundromat. I like winter, but the last few days have been really, really cold. I’m good down to a maximum of -20. We’re at windchill -26.

Yes, and I need a bonfire…

Well, I didn’t get into the January thread, but I’m willing to throw my hat into this ring.

Last Wednesday, the house got thoroughly cleaned by my mom. (We pay her to come once a month - it’s her day job.) Since then, we have been doing the dishes immediately after eating our meals. And we’re eating and the table, instead of on the TV trays! I have the day off today, due to below-zero weather. My mom stopped by this morning to get some grandbaby love before going to her cleaning job, but she called them and now she has the day off too! So we’re going to do some living room de-cluttering today. The Christmas tree is long gone, but the boxes of decorations are still sitting around. So we’re going to get them out into the garage and get the bookshelf back up where it belongs. Plus, I’ve got laundry to wash, fold, and put away.

Yay for an unexpected day off!

I am (was) so very much like this, and all I can say is he’s not doing it to drive you crazy, he really isn’t. I managed to stop the “what if I neeeeeed it?” hoarding shortly before our last move, when I determined that, money be damned, if I had anything in my possession for more than 1 year that hadn’t been used and I didn’t have a concrete plan for it, out it went. 6 months if it cost less than $5 to replace. This included all the fabric and art supplies.

And since I only reformed a month ago, I’m probably not the best source of advice here. Still…is there any way to simply pick up his bags and deposit them in “his” room? Let him know that he’s allowed one wreck of a room to keep as he sees fit with no nagging at all from you? If I had my own room here, it’d be a total disaster, despite my reform, but it would only affect me. Before this whole cleaning virus infected me, I would get so anxious and resentful because my husband wanted me to change - wanted me to change my behavior because it affected him. I would think, “Dammit, I’ve changed so much of my life to accommodate him, and he knew I was a slob before we married and I’ve gotten so much better and he’s not happy with that. Why can’t he meet me halfway? Why is it his way or nothing? I bet even if I kept everything Martha Stewart perfect he’d still find something to bitch about, so screw it!” I often thought that if I had just one room that was mine and only mine to keep as I wanted, that I could stand changing my habits in the rest of the house.

Nope, “his” room isn’t big enough. In fact his room has spilled over into my room and the landing, and the bedroom and the living room and the spare downstairs room that will one day be the dining room.

I know he doesn’t do it to annoy me, and I know I should probably try not to make such an issue out of it, but I’m the one who lives in the house most of the time and I’m the one who has to constantly apologise for the state of the place because he won’t get rid of the crap.

He’s a contractor and spends a lot of time working away from home. He’s been at home for the last five months since his last contract finished and has only just started a new job which means he’s away from home five days (four nights) a week. Unfortunately that also means I have to contend with his idea of packing and unpacking which involves a lot of those plastic bags he loves so much.

At the moment, “his” room houses about six computers in various states of disrepair, more boxes than you could possibly imagine, empty crisp packets, chocolate wrappers, a bin that overflowed so long ago the tissue flow is creeping towards the door…and next door is “my” room which houses my books and CDs, my computer and it’s where I study. Did I mention I’m a part-time student and I need somewhere to go and work? But my room now has his multi-gym in it which takes up most of the available space. He, of course, doesn’t use the multi-gym because one of the crucial cables is broken.

It got moved into my room because I insisted that our bedroom wasn’t the place for it - largely because I couldn’t get my wardrobe doors open properly!

Really, this house has to be seen to be believed…

Oh dear. I’m so sorry.

Is there a show like Clean Sweep over there? Maybe you should send in an application to be on it. Let some stranger be the “bad guy”. What they do on that show is more therapy than home organization sometimes! :smiley:

Yes, WhyNot, there is the Life Laundry show, which is an hour long and has tons of therapy. Usually the host ends up cradling a sobbing homeowner who is finally realizing why the house is so filthy! I’m not sure it’s still on, though. BBC America runs it–I’ll check today.

Anyway, ScaryFaerie, that’s a toughie. I’m really sorry about your situation, but I have no clue how to deal with it. My own husband used to be like that about electronics boxes–we had a balcony with our apartment and it was filled with cardboard boxes, but he eventually mostly got over it with only a little asking from me. Now he has clutter areas, but they are at least fairly contained and he is nice about cleaning them up every so often. The one on his side of the bed is getting pretty bad now, actually. (I should have planned this better; his side of the bed is the visible one, and my side, with nothing on the floor, is the hidden side. Sigh.)

Could you get him to throw out the trash in ‘his’ room so he could get more junk in there? Does he really want to hang on to old candy wrappers and full trash cans too? It’s pretty hard on you when his stuff encroaches on your ability to study. But I really do not know what to do.

By the way WhyNot, I can totally understand your previous feelings about your husband and cleanliness, but of course it’s better now, yes? I’m curious if you could tell us how you changed your thinking into a better way–did you get tired of the way you were living, did something else happen, did you decide that your husband was right, or what? Perhaps knowing more of your thought process will help ScaryFaerie understand her guy’s thinking better?

Oh, and today it’s two loads of laundry, fresh sheets and towels. Otherwise, the oldest girl has a sore throat, so it will probably be a sickie day with lots of honey and lemon.

The house is filthy because it’s full of crap! Simple as that…but I try to keep as much of the place clean as I can, although the place is so untidy that it’s so hard to get motivated about it all.

What I really ought to do is threaten his with Kim and Aggie from How Clean is Your House? - they’d soon get him sorted out. I would like to mention here that the house is nowhere near as “dirty” as those places, it’s just untidy but the untidiness makes it hard to clean the place properly.

What I really need is for Kim and Aggie to do the Life Laundry thing!

I was going to grocery shop and do major cooking today, but I won’t be able to get out shopping until the afternoon. Therefore I will vacuum and mop, and clean the bathroom. After that I’ll shop.

My husband left dishes in the sink, but we’ve cut down considerably on how many we leave lying around overnight. This is progress. Now if we could just keep the bedroom tidy…

Oh, absolutely. The question is WHY is it full of crap. OK, that’s easy too, it’s full of crap because he won’t “let” you throw stuff out. So the important question is why is he so attached to keeping computer bits that don’t work and empty Cadbury wrappers. Hoarding is an emotional or psychological issue, rarely is it laziness. If it was laziness, he wouldn’t care if YOU hauled the non-working computers to the trash heap, right?

Hoarding comes in many flavors, and I think it’s important for a hoarder to identify their type before they can know how to talk themselves out of it. One form of hoarding is out of a fear of not having something when you need it. Throw away the magazines, and he might not have the picture he needs later. Get rid of the computers, and he might find that those are the only computers he has to use, if he just gets them running again. This type of hoarding sometimes responds to a reality check: unless you’re woefully poor, you can get a decent computer for a reasonable price if you need to replace whatever you have that works. Pictures and magazine articles are available online, so there’s no need to store this stuff in physical form anymore.

A close cousin is the “I never have enough” hoarder. Enough time, enough tools, enough stuff. This hoarder isn’t getting rid of stuff because of an emptiness or lack in their lives that they think they can fill with stuff. The guy who buys every new PDA that comes out, or the gal that has 100 pair of shoes might be this type.

There’s the sentimental hoarder: this is the person who has old notes from high school, softball trophies from grade school, textbooks, loose photos and even clothing that doesn’t fit anymore but “it’s the shirt I wore to that concert in 1984! I can’t throw THAT out!” I love how Clean Sweep deals with these people: get a display case of a finite size and display your sentimental items. Anything that can’t fit in the case is gone. You don’t need a ratty t-shirt to remember a good time.

The crafters and sewers will recognize this one: creative hoarders. These are the folks who have 264 AOL CD holders because “These would be really great for something!” I’m not talking about my MIL, who saves corks - she actually has a plan for them and uses them to make cork lined teatrays. It’s those of us who find some oddity and save it because we “never know when it might be useful!”

There’s the hobby hoarders. These are people for whom the items in question represent their hobby that they don’t have time for. He really, really wants to be able to tinker with computers in his spare time. The fact that he doesn’t have any spare time in which to tinker bothers him a lot. Getting rid of the computers is giving in and admitting he’s got no time for himself, and he won’t anytime in the near future.

Note that all of these things, in moderation, are normal and even admirable. Fixing an old computer is a good thing - it reduces waste, gives you something to do and saves money. But if you’re not *doing *it, you’re doing none of those things. Having several pairs of shoes instead of just one not only looks good, but is better for your feet - wearing the same shoes everyday increases fungal infections. But those dozens of pairs you never use don’t fulfill that function. Having mementoes of your past is wonderful, and emotionally soothing in times of stress. But having bits of paper that you never look at isn’t. Expressing creativity and recycling found objects into art or blankets is fantastic - but if you never use the stuff, it’s not part of your creative expression. Having a hobby and the tools to pursue it is good for mental health and learning - but if the clutter is never used it’s not really hobby material after all.

Anyhow, the point of all this rambling is to suggest that nagging a hoarder from one point of view isn’t useful if he’s a hoarder for a different reason.
dangermom, I’m not ignoring your question, I’m just trying to figure out what I think about it.

Thanks, WhyNot - I suppose I need to try and work out why he’s such a hoarder although I suspect it’s a variety of reasons.

I know that his family have been “not well off” rather than poor but I don’t get the impression that they ever went without essentials due to lack of money. He’s a computer contractor and gets paid way more than I do so he can afford to buy whatever he needs. In fact, sometimes he buys stuff just “because it was there”, an example of which would be the 19 games consoles he’s got (none of which he actually plays, because the current obsession is WoW and that’s on the PC.

To be honest, I think a good part of his problem is laziness - he’s full of promises about tidying his room out and reorganising the layout of the plugs and multi-way sockets etc but he prefers to spend all his spare time playing games.

I’m just going to tell him that I’m clearing the room out on a certain date and if he leaves stuff in there, I’ll get rid of it.

That was a really great post, WhyNot - I have to fight mightily the urge from a hobby hoarder/creative hoarder standpoint, and that bit about “you keep it because you’re sad you can’t do it much” really, really rings true.

Okay, guys, I need some accountability here. This is my half day to work, which comes around once every three weeks, and today I’m going to use it to deal with Laundry Mountain. I’m feeling kinda sick, so after lunch I’mna take a nap, which is okay, but after that I am folding and putting away (or into the Give Away pile) everything sitting on the dryer. I’m fishing out everything from around and behind the dryer that fell there because of the giant pile of laundry, I’m dealing with the stuff on the dresser, and if there’s time I’m going to start putting the portion of the Give Away pile that can be consigned on hangers and ironing and all that stuff. (I have an appointment in two weeks to take everything that isn’t specifically winter or summer to a consignment shop - this is supposed to give me an incentive to do it, namely money.) If I haven’t at least tackled the pile on the dryer, I’m going to have to answer to you guys, okay?

Hah! I have cleaned the bathroom, swept and vacuumed, and I’m now going grocery shopping! It’s not even one! I feel so productive.

Wow, WhyNot, that’s a great post. I have managed to overcome a good deal of the “memories” hoarding, but I definitely need to work some on the hobby hoarding, or maybe it’s a combo deal; for example, I have a bunch of t-shirts that I meant to turn into a t-shirt quilt sitting in the closet. The trouble is that I cut them up, and then found out that you’re supposed to stabilize them and stuff, so now I’m not sure what to do with them! I am proud to say, however, that I no longer save old jeans, because I actually did make a denim picnic quilt a few years ago–and one is enough.

Life Laundry doesn’t seem to be on BBC America anymore–it was all about getting rid of clutter–but How clean is your house? is on Wednesdays. I never know whether to watch that show or not–on the one hand I feel like a horrible voyeur, and on the other I love Kim and Aggie and am always inspired to clean a lot. And on the other other hand my husband hates the show (the horrible voyeur aspect) and will actually complain when he sees it on the TiVo! But Kim and Aggie live in my head whenever I scrub the toilet or shine the faucets.

Anyway. The kidlet is really sick today with a full-blown cold, which means no schoolwork. So I should really do some extra cleaning today, since I’m stuck in the house anyhow. I have some laundry to fold, plenty of stuff to put away, and I’m sure I can find a few more things to do. I did a good thing this morning–I cleaned out the old baby cups from the cupboard shelf, so that our juice glasses will fit there and the tall glasses have enough room to live in. So I’m off to fold towels and underwear!

Hey, guess what? You can get *How clean is your house *eps on YouTube! Whee!

Oh wait. I just sat here watching that for 7 minutes instead of folding laundry. :smack:

Does anyone have a chore schedule? I sometimes let the housework get away from me and I think a schedule might help. The dishes get done every day, and the laundry weekly, but the floors and bathroom and general tidying, not so much.

WhyNot?

You can take my sock yarn cabinet away over my dead body.

I run the dishwasher the instant it is full, which is usually late every evening.

Every Friday, I have my “bathroom maintenance” routine: I put out fresh towels, replace the blade in my razor, and check up on supplies of shampoo and soap. I also wash towels every other Friday.

Every Saturday, come hell or high water, I wash my bedsheets.

Other than that, no routines at all.