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Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Confessions Of An Obsessive Box Hoarder

I don't know when it began.

Maybe it's because I live far from my family. Any birthday presents or Christmas presents had to be mailed, you see. So....boxes. I needed to make sure I had boxes when the time came.

I was always on the lookout for a good box. 

Look at this one, honey! Sturdy! And just the right size!

Before I knew it, we had a sun porch full of boxes. He made me throw them all out once and I felt like I'd been forced to give up my children.

Speaking of the children....they only made it worse.

Once you have kids, you have birthday parties. Not just for your own, but for all the neighborhood and school kids that know your kid. And presents need to go in boxes, don't they? Of course they do!

So....boxes. Lots of boxes - all different sizes because you never know what you're going to need to wrap, do you?

And now I realize that we're having a hard time getting into my office because of the stack of boxes. And I have a small stack in the laundry room. And the garage.

Clearly, I have a problem.

My name is Ellie, and I am a boxoholic. 

Please tell me I am not alone.

1 comment:

  1. Hi my name is Honey and my borderline OCD makes me want to come and organise your boxes