Say you’re sorry
I have mentioned many times before that organization and tidiness are not natural instincts for me. I spent years learning how to live an uncluttered existence, and most of those lessons are what go into my Unclutterer content.
Unfortunately, I inflicted my disorganization on many roommates and family members before I changed my ways. I was thinking recently about how awful it must have been to have lived with me. Yikes!!
For today’s post, then, I want to write a few (humorous) apology letters to all of those I wronged with my disorganized ways. Please feel welcome to add your lighthearted apology letters in the comments. We can get all of the guilt off our chests in one giant outpouring!
Dear Mom,
I’m sorry that I couldn’t figure out how to use hangers or the dirty clothes hamper when I was a teenager. Also, I’m not sure what my motivation was to change clothes three to four times a day, but I’m glad you didn’t throw me out of the house over it.
Love,
Me
P.S. Please apologize to the cleaning lady who discovered the two-year-old apple core under my bed while I was at Girl Scout Camp in the sixth grade.
Dear Jennifer and Libby,
You two were fantastic college roommates and I was abysmal. Sorry, Jennifer, about leaving that glass of rotting milk under your bed. You showed complete restraint by not kicking my arse when you found it.
And Libby, my apologies for never washing my dishes and often leaving dirty pans on the stove. I can see now why you had a problem with this. Ewwww. Thank you for not smacking a pan upside my head.
Oh, and I’m sorry to both of you for having an awful boyfriend during this time period. I am grateful for Jennifer’s advice to break up with him for Lent, and I will forever be grateful for this suggestion.
I hope you two are doing well!
Love,
Me
Dear Angie and Lori,
Pretty much repeat what I just wrote to Jennifer and Libby, but substitute Lori for Jennifer, Angie for Libby, and awful boyfriend for well, another awful boyfriend.
Love,
Me
14 comments posted
Posted by Deb - 08/16/2008
So… you DID declutter boyfriends during these years! Everyone has to start somewhere!
My apology letter should be to my mother for leaving 10 years’ worth of National Geographics in her attic and moving 6 states away.
Posted by Katie - 08/16/2008
I’m intrigued by your squirrel-like technique of hiding things under beds…
Posted by Lex - 08/16/2008
That’s awesome.
… and kinda gross.
Posted by Angie - 08/16/2008
Apology accepted. Just glad you never “hid” anything under my bed…the dishes were bad enough!
love ya
Posted by vee - 08/16/2008
haha, that’s kind of funny. though i think i may have attempted to strangle you had you been my roommate. i’m a clean freak, when depression doesn’t get the better of me.
Posted by Erin Doland - 08/16/2008
Just so everyone knows … the Angie comment is from my actual college roommate
Posted by Angel - 08/16/2008
“…Apology accepted. Just glad you never “hid” anything under my bed…the dishes were bad enough!…..”
Anyone look under the bed for those “decluttered” boyfriends?
LOL!
Posted by Lori - 08/16/2008
@Angel: Nah. Everyone knows decluttered boyfriends go in the basement.
Posted by Angel - 08/16/2008
Ah, like “Arsenic & Old Lace”?
Posted by mb - 08/16/2008
Dearest Mom,
Although you have been gone several years, I would like to apologize for the worst thing I ever hid from you-the lamb’s tail. Thank you so much for not giving me the punishment I truly deserved, and simply letting me know not to do it again.
Much Love, Your Daughter, ME
(Yes, it was a real lamb’s tail, gotten a friend sheep ranch when I was @7 and put in a plastic bag (pre-ziplock!)-Why? I have no idea except pack rat tendency were already present.)
Posted by bee - 08/16/2008
I could write a few VERY similar letters!
Posted by battra92 - 08/16/2008
I had no college roommates (had to commute to a local school because I wasn’t getting enough in scholarships) but I suppose I should at least apologize to my mom. She was our cleaning lady at home (no hired help for us and I was the third of five)
Posted by Michael@ Awareness * Connection - 08/16/2008
My sister used to stash dishes in her room. My parents once on a search for contraband found a remarkable number of dishes and glasses.
Posted by matchbookhymnal - 08/23/2008
Many of us have been there, Erin! Brilliant apologies.
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