Who Knew I Could Be So Attached To Wooden Spoons and Plastic Spatulas!

Today I read about purging my kitchen. It suggested to go through all the drawers and get rid of anything that is either missing parts, cracked, broken or if you have more than one of something. I had enlisted my 18 year old, Karli, to help! That might have been a mistake. She has no attachment to anything! So we took out the two drawers that hold the wooden and plastic spoons, measuring utensils, and spatulas, wine/can openers, whisks and so on. There they all were laid out on the counter. WOW! I have a lot of "stuff" within just two small drawers! With a garbage sack and a box near by, we began the process. Karli started with making me decide which can opener to get rid, we have three. Okay, that was some what easy, on to the spatulas, I have 5! Kept two, that wasn't bad, next it was the wooden spoons and plastic spoons for mixing. This is where I started to lose it. This is where my mind was kicking in and beginning to "rationalize" why I needed to keep all of them. Even though one had a crack in it. (But it was the one Kathy gave me while we were in Switzerland) Cameron, Karli's boy friend, was sitting across the counter watching as I continued to rationalize how I NEEDED everyone of them. I was feeling the anxiety. We finally came to an agreement and the other's went into the box. I still have the cracked wooden spoon from Switzerland. Karli started to congratulate me and to tell me how good I was doing! That's when she stepped around me and saw the "stash" of wooden spoons and plastic spatulas I had been hoarding to the side. That's when Cameron and Karli and yes even me began to laugh. Cameron was witnessing first hand how I have a few issues. I began to laugh even harder. Now, those of you that know me well, will understand what I'm talking about when I say the "farm animals" began to "come out of the barn". Karli was hoping that Cameron would never be a witness to this joyful laughter, but no such luck. I mean, she had to know that one of these days the animals would be turned loose around him.
When this happens, I go from laughing to crying. Well, by then I had gone to my room and I found my  self, not laughing, but crying. Crying over those damn spatulas and wooden spoons I did give up. Now I know what your thinking, "this women must be crazy"! I sometimes think the very same thing. But then I remember, it's in my genes!
If you decide to "purge" your house in order to lose weight, you may not cry over wooden spoons and spatulas, but I bet there will be something else that will make you cry!
PS
I think there really is something to this whole concept, I was so busy making decisions, I didn't eat any junk today! And no I hadn't gone shopping yet. But I'm heading out the door now to get it done.