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I think the act of pile-making must be hereditary. That, or I just want to blame it on someone else. (Hi, Mom. It’s not your fault.)
Some people clean: really clean. Everything has a place. And the rest of us, we pile.
Stacks of paid bills go on top of the filing cabinet (or, in our case, box of folders next to the computer). Mail is placed on any clear and flat surface. Right now, clean clothes are stacked because I don’t know where my hangers are in the midst of moving. Unopened boxes act as a resting place for my coffee cup, camera, and a choir CD. I compulsively make and destroy piles on my dresser until there is no space left for useful things, like a hairbrush or framed photo.
I don’t know whether piling is a learned behavior or not, but it is something I recall as a constant in my childhood and it’s remained a constant in my grown-up life.
I hate piles.
Do you have a method for getting things back to where they belong? (Or making a place? Or tossing?) I don’t want my kids to grow up to be pile-makers, too, so I think it’s just about time to nip this one in the bud.
Just let me set my cup down on that stack of books first …