An armchair in the bathroom used to look ridiculous to me, when I’d see enormous bathrooms in magazines that had seating areas. But now — as I steal away to curl up on the toilet with my favorite book, enjoying a few moments of silence — I wish I had a big comfy chair too. Motherhood perspectives.
I didn’t even know there was a term for this. Until my sister-in-law mentioned “goo hoarding” over a holiday dinner, I sort of felt like I had a personal problem. I wasn’t ashamed of myself, but I had no idea how to describe “it”. When we moved into our home last July I became aware of a situation. Once I recognized that this situation was an issue, I began dealing with it. With no knowledge of my five-month-long project, my husband’s sister just mentioned this phenomena; I don’t even remember what was said to remind her of this. Almost daily I had felt compelled to put this project into words, but something was missing: the words. At last she said, “goo hoarding” and tiny sparks ignited in my brain and I felt honorable for combating this issue that concerned me. I wasn’t just being frugal; I was tackling the hoard.