Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.

You can read the start of my journey here.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Serves me right.

I was on the receiving end of some poetic justice tonight, and I deserved it. 

The girls have always liked to be scared or startled. Just a little jumping out from behind a door now and then. It's not something that happens often, but they enjoy it and find it especially hilarious, if they sneak up on me and scare me. We always laugh about it, and it's been one of the fun things we've done since they're little. 

The girls usually startle me by sneaking up on me, and I turn around and there they are. Scooter usually gets to giggling til she can't catch her breath, and she thrives on it. I think she feels really special that she can scare me in spite of not being able to talk. And when Hopper happens to make me jump, she throws her head back, slaps her knee, and laughs loud enough the neighbors can hear her through closed windows and doors. She does the same when she gets got. 

Because Scooter is non-verbal and doesn't move as fast, it's really hard for her to get over on Hopper. So tonight, I helped her. We hid behind her bedroom door and left the door open, because we knew Hopper would be coming down the hall to say goodnight in a minute. As we were waiting in the dark for Hopper to come in, Scooter was quivering with excitement. We heard Hopper coming down the hallway, and I whispered to Scooter that we needed to jump out and say, "Boo!" I could tell she was giggling. She was having so much fun!

Coming down the hall, Hopper knew something was up. She kept saying, "G'nite!" She was waiting to hear me say it back, so she would know where I was based on the sound of my voice. I didn't say a word. I could feel Scooter's shoulders jumping, while she was laughing, and I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. 

As Hopper came into the room, she said, "Boo!" So Scooter and I jumped out, and I yelled, "Boo!" right back at Hopper. Everyone was laughing, and we were having a lot of fun. So I decided to keep it going after I had tucked Scooter into bed.

I decided to hide in Hopper's room with the lights off and jump out to scare her. 

The joke was on me. 

I'd totally forgotten about a bedside table we got for her bedroom a couple weeks ago being in there. I'm going to be painting it, but it will be by her bed for her to use in the interim. We just haven't put it in place, because we need to fix a portion of her bed. She broke off part of one of the legs earlier in the week, so she's sleeping on the trundle bed until we get the leg put back together tomorrow. 

As I snuck into her bedroom in the dark, in bare feet, I jammed my foot into the leg of the bedside table. Funny thing is that Hopper didn't even know I had gone in there. It took her another couple minutes before she came into the room. By then, I was doing my best to keep from putting my weight on my foot and was laughing at myself while cussing a bit under my breath. I told her what happened, and we both laughed.

It serves me right. We had a lot of fun, but I'm sure Hopper felt I deserved it for trying to scare her. 

I can't say that I or my tender toes blame her.


  1. OWIE!!

    Is that why you aren't chatting? Toes hurt?

    Not a good excuse, ya know.

  2. Ah well. Sometimes fun hurts alittle but it is always worth it!

  3. Too CUTE! The boo... not the boo hoo ;0) (((hugs)))Pat


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