My house...

So - what makes me qualified to talk about ADD, hoarding and other unpleasant stuff?  What can I show that indicates that someone in the family has issues?

I know...

I keep waiting for the producer of TV's hoarders to knock on my door.  My house is filled with stuff.  But, it's not garbage or spoiled food or other really yucky stuff that we shudder when we hear about. Instead, here we have boxes and boxes and boxes and piles and piles and more piles of clothes, clothes, shoes, more shoes, (I'm guessing about 200 pair for the kids only), more clothes, baby carriers (more than 30 and fewer than 50 baby carriers..), strollers and other devices to cart kids around in (at least a dozen), pots, pans, kitchen gadgets, and a collection of kids craft stuff that would make anyone envious...  if you could only find the stuff and if you could only have a place to sit.

The dining table is piled with crap, there isn't a chair/sofa/love seat available in the house (except the office chair from which I'm typing this and a couple of dining table chairs.  There is no room on the floor for the kids to play, or for dad to roll around and play with them.  Ride-on toys for the girls don't work very well when you don't have any clear floor space.  I could go on, but I'll just breath ...

Now..

  

Let me just scream at the top of my frustrated lungs..  

THIS IS NO ENVIRONMENT FOR CHILDREN TO BE RAISED IN!!! 

 and yes...  this is the disaster with me doing as much as I can to keep it at bay.  It's like trying to fight a lava flow that approaches your house.. it just isn't possible.