While we were away on vacation and watching tv before going to bed, we happened on a documentary on A&E about hoarding. The people on the show had very severe hoarding problems, but I still recognized in the them the same level of anxiety I get when I try to deal with my mess. These people had accumulated disgusting amounts of filth. One woman hoarded cats, and there were dead cats and decomposing cats all over her home and property, rats, etc. She was completely unaware of the severity of her problem, and could not conceive of the idea that she might have to get rid of all her animals. She had a terrible panic reaction at the idea that this could happen, which of course it did, had to, since she was endangering herself and the animals.
Although it was hard to look at, I took it in, remembering my parents' home, and the mess I had to deal with, and vowed that I would never let my own problem, minor in comparison at this point, get out of hand.
When we came home from our trip, Jeremy, that wonderful boy, had cleaned up the table and surrounding area. And I am trying to keep it clear, as a new year resolution. I cleaned out the cabinet and am giving away packaged food I do not think we will use. The next task is the refridgerator.