One of THOSE kind of people

Today, it finally dawned on me... I am one of those kind of people. What kind you ask? WELL.... There are people who collect stuff and there are people who could care less about stuff and live pretty basic. I realized today after packing to go back out to Colorado that I have indeed collected quite a bit of stuff. Geesh! I am now having to tow a 14' trailer behind the excursion on our way back out now.... Yeah.... I know.

Now, to clarify MOST of the stuff is clothes- the kid's clothes, and more toys, and my mom's couch and love seat, and an entertainment center I found here I loved, and a 4' tall stuffed giraffe. I know the giraffe part is a little silly, BUT... it is the exact one I wanted for Hayleigh when she was born and got it 75% off, so I had to get it! ( I went through a giraffe phase when I was pregnant with her. It's a wonder her nursery was not done in giraffes)

So, here we are 3 days until we leave, and I am praying that everything fits in this trailer and in the back of the excursion. Luckily, we will be coming back a month later, and I can always pick up anything I could not fit, and again if needed for Halloween as long as I come back as planned.

So, yeah, I am a collector of stuff. I'm always looking for something we can use/need...more toys for the kids, clothes for them, stuff for Allen and I... I really need to stop. My Christmas tree is already overloaded... I have to put 2 up to get all my ornaments up. I can decorate a whole house for Christmas with everything I have..I have gone bananas on the Willow Tree figurines, and I still have a few more I would love to have- my curio cabinet my dad built can only hold so many... ugghhh! What is a girl to do?

I am also getting bad on pictures too.. IF I put up all the pictures I wanted, we would have every wall covered like a shrine to the kids in the house. That is bad... I guess I just need to invest in digital large frames that I can have them rotate pictures every now and then.

At least I guess I get it honest... my dad hoards guns, and reloading stuff, my mom is holidays, and I am a mix of the both and then some. I have 2 large totes of hunting apparel for just me, and I probably will not get to even go for another year or two.

You don't even want to know about baby clothes... I have yet to sell any of Hayleigh's, or Reid's for that matter, or even my maternity wardrobe.

I foresee a huge garage sale in our near future! I know the baby clothes will be condensed. I will be going through them and keep the meaningful ones in our cedar chest, and be sending the totes back to my mom for my sister to go through. Anything she doesn't want for the future someday will get sold. I honestly don't know if I can let go of those little clothes! I get really emotional about them when I see them, and smell them all. All smell of dreft baby detergent.

Yes, I confess, I am a hoarder with some OCD thrown into the mix. God help me!

So, what to do? I'm praying that I can get over the baby stuff, and move on. I've got to get rid of this baby fever first, and one of us <cough Allen> has to get fixed first. I don't want to get rid of the baby stuff and find out we are having another!

Anyone else have this problem out there? I hope I'm not the only one!!!