When I was a little girl, I spent a lot of time with my grandparents. I remember my grandmother trying to clean up and keep the house clutter-free. My grandfather would follow her, going through trash cans, to ensure nothing “good” had been thrown away. I found this so amusing.
After getting married, my husband never stood a chance (probably in more ways than one). We quickly sifted through his shot glass collection, green vinyl furniture and other items otherwise known as “crap” and did away with all that was deemed inappropriate (by me) for our new home together. Even still, after I clean or straighten the house, I will find my husband trash digging. This makes me laugh because it reminds me of my grandfather.
But now that we have children, I am quite concerned. I am certain there is a “trash-digging” gene and my kids are getting it from both sides. It’s like an event for my kids. They go into the office, sit down on the floor and sift through the trashcan. This is what my 5-year-old deemed as important to salvage this morning:
Do I have hoarders in the making or is this something all men do to ensure their identity is preserved?