I don't mean stuffed like the Brits do, I mean I have too much stuff. My in-laws have moved and all of my husbands stuff and our wedding presents now line the walls of our hallways. We already had too much stuff to begin with, we had lived here for 4 years and there was one box I had in our back hallway because I couldn't find a place for the stuff that is in there. So now I am in complete chaos and it is driving me nuts.
Now keeping the above situation in mind, I can't believe I almost took on more stuff. Yesterday I got a phone call from a neighbour who is moving and was wondering if I needed any shelves. A nice gesture. They understand my need for organization and were only trying to help. For a split second I entertained the idea of taking on some of their stuff, and the fact that I did scares me. Am I a "pack rat"? Luckily my drive for order won out, but what happens next time when I am not so strong? What is this compelling need for stuff?
Why do I seem to surround myself with stuff, when this action is contrary to the goal that I am trying to achieve? Maybe instead of pondering this question I should get my but in gear and a garbage bag and get rid of all my stuff.