My name is Rebecca, and I'm a compulsive hoarder. Don't worry, I'm not inside the house buried under stacks of newspapers or garage sale bargains, my hoarding is limited to black beans, squishy toilet paper and band aids. We never know what, when or if we can get our favorite nibbles to eat or shampoos to soften our hair. The rule of thumb: If you might ever want it, get it now! You can frequently see us running through shops to get a trolley at the sight of black beans on the shelf or filling our basket at the market with fresh herbs. If we even utter the thought of, "I'll get it next time," it absolutely will not be there when we return. We have a special cabinet bursting with life's essentials like moisturizer, sun screen, mosquito spray and Neosporin. We have cupboards that host stacks of spices, chocolates, almonds and dried fruits. Our drawers burst with enough socks to outfit the soccer team. You never know when you might get a hole.
Some of our favorite hoardings:
Rotel spicy diced tomatoes
At my school, the little 3-5 year-olds walk around touting that sharing is caring. Not in my house. I hoard and I'm not sharing my stash.