We all have it. Oh, you might deny it. I'm sure there are those of you out there that will swear three ways to Sunday that you don't have a single item of stuff more than you actually need. You will say that you are the person who promptly throws away all the junk mail you get throughout the week, and you don't actually save your kids' school papers or art projects (even though you tell your kids you just "stored them away"). You don't have boxes and boxes of stuff documenting all of your years on this earth stored in your garage or attic. And you certainly don't discover yourself coming across stuff that you didn't realize you even had anymore, and you never hear yourself saying something like Where on earth did that come from?
To those of you who can make those claims, I have one thing to say to you.
Flat out, through your teeth, blatantly lying.
Although, I will grant that you might not be as bad as some, you know you do it. You keep that first school paper they brought home that had an "A" on it in bright red marker. You keep that Styrofoam cup flower pot they made you in kindergarten. You've found yourself shoving junk mail into a drawer one day when your mother in law made a surprise visit. You have that box of memories from high school stored up high where you never look at it anymore, but its still comforting to know its there if you ever want to revisit those years. And you all know you've got at least one item of clothing stored somewhere in your closet that means something to you but you can't wear anymore... your letter jacket, your wedding gown, those jeans you wore before your FIRST pregnancy.
In my case, its mainly boxes of books. Seven of them to be specific. Well, seven in the garage. I think I've got another four or five scattered throughout the house. Seeing all these boxes really lends credibility to my constantly telling you all that Coach really, REALLY loves me. He only ever makes me give a box away to someone each time we move.
So I've decided we are never moving again. Coach apparently agrees, as he's building more shelves for the garage. Of course, he might just be resigned to making room for the stuff.
I've always known I married a smart man. Here's hoping we've passed that on to my boys.