I will start with Hoarding, both me and DH are hoarders, but in specific areas and only useful things. We are lucky to have two sheds and we rent a garage from the council for storage. DH hoards wood, metal off cuts etc, he is quite handy so it does get used eventually. I hoard haberdashery, buttons, ribbon, wool and fabric mainly. I have one room my hoarding is allowed in. I like to use it and if a friend needs something, I can usually let it go. But after clearing my great great aunts recently my hoard has trebled, but I am impatient to use it. She was a dressmaker and had left me all her material and related paraphenalia. Which is heaven for me.
Housework - well I am on maternity leave at the moment, but plan to work for my DH next year doing admin from home for him. We share the duties, which MiL hates, she has a perfect domestic ideal from the '40's. She lives nearby and constantly goes on at me. I have one tidy room, which is the playroom. But all others have that lived in chaos. i have quite a few mums come aroubd for coffee and though I do feel embarrassed, it's me and don't want to be someone else. They have commented but not in a bad way. Though their houses are tidy within an inch, but some haven't had the years to accumulate so much stuff.
I love freecycle and charity shops. If i have alot of stuff to clear I start with a garage sale or lawn sale, offer it cheap and it will find a home, freecycle next and then charity shop.
I was given a box of 1940's OS maps when I was 12 or so and had a map obsession. They were used as wall paper some 10 years later in our downstairs bathroom. I only hoard within limits. Clearing out or letting go is the hardest thing to do.
My mum was a neat freak and never kept anything, which is probably why I am like this now. My best friend's house was chaos and I loved it, we would go exploring and see what we could find. It wasn't squalor, but her mum had tons of books and she collected every issue of somesuch magazine, rooms full of bits and bobs, trinkets on every surface. Suitcases and suitcases of clothes, we loved dressing up.
When DD is older she will learn chores, if we have anymore so will they. It's a life skill no matter if they are boy or girl. Dad was bought up equal with his sister and brothers, wjen they were old enough they took turns cooking, clearing up, ironing. Gran worked amd wanted them to learn life skills. Dad taught me darning and how to repair a buttonhole, not mum. I want my kids to be like that too. DH didn't know how to peel a potato when we first met, MiL again, she was furious if we made cakes at my house. We were 15 when we first started dating. I made cakes at least once a week, he now makes a mean chocolate fudge cake. He makes it for MiL's Birthday every year, she glares at me, obviously it should be my duty 