This week I got to my parent’s house and was surprised to see my mother wasn’t home. My father said she was up at my brother’s house feeding the cats. I am happy to hear this because I can take some time to get some cleaning done downstairs. I quickly walk around and take a handful of newspapers from each pile. I was easily able to fill two paper bags and I don’t feel like you could notice that I took anything from the piles (obviously this is bad because I didn’t even make a dent, but good because my mom won’t notice). I wasn’t sure when my mother would be home and if she would look into my car, so I hid the bags in the recycling bin outside. I then looked around and realized that my mother hadn’t even taken the presents that we had gotten them for mothers and fathers day out of the bag. I put the “too big” compost bin on the counter and threw away the milk cartons she had been using for that purpose. I then took out the new phone we bought them and set that up. It all took about 10 minutes and made a bit of space in the front hallway. My father was very eager to help me which was nice. Unfortunately my mom was upset I hadn’t gone through the messages on the old answering machine. I told her the old phone was upstairs if she would like to grab the old messages. I don’t think she’s even thought twice about it since.
I finished downstairs and proceeded to go back to the attic where I have been slaving away for a few weeks now. I came upon a box of old children’s clothes and decided to start by finding all the pants where the elastic had gone bad. This normally eliminates half the box. We have found a few recycling centers for clothes nearby so we won’t have to throw these away. This makes me feel a bit better because we have a LOT of old clothes that don’t seem to be suitable for donation because they are ripped, soiled or the elastic has gone bad. I find some boxes from my father again. I still can’t believe how much my father loves to jumble lots of random things into boxes. These seemed to be from 1981 and contained items from his old job as a computer programmer and random items that have been sitting there since 1980. Overall, there are a lot of magazines that will ultimately go to recycling.
I finally condense 4 boxes down to 2 and I’m happy with this. I have finally cleared my way to another closet that is off the far side of the room. This leads into another area under the easement of the roof towards the front of the house. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was greeted by more boxes as I opened the door. These were filled with kitchen supplies and personal things from my grandmother’s house. I let out a big sigh. I try to do my best getting some stuff out of this back room, but I still have piles of crap at my own house so most of these things will stay for now. I have been adamant about not bringing anything else into my home unless I can either post it on ebay immediately or I actually want it. I take a few things out of the boxes for myself and try to get as much garbage out as I can. Overall, it was a successful night, but extremely frustrating. Every time I feel like I am making a tiny bit of progress, I am faced with another wall of boxes.
My mother still managed to make me angry because she didn’t have any newspapers for me. Her excuse for this is because I came on a Monday instead of Tuesday and she “wasn’t expecting me.” She left me alone for most of the night, but zeroed in on a bag of my father’s old papers that I had bagged up. I looked out into the hallway and there were literally papers everywhere as she was taking everything out of the bag. I got quite upset that she was going through every single paper after I had already done this. I made the point that she didn’t have any newspapers for me this week. She could be helping me by packing newspapers but instead she is wasting her time on double checking something I have already done. I’m not sure if it got through to her, but I have been thinking of putting up a white board up so she has tasks to complete every week. I really feel like I am dealing with a child, but I don’t know what else to do or how to motivate her. I made the point that if she actually bagged a bunch of newspapers up every week, I wouldn’t have room in my car to take anything else. Therefore she wouldn’t have to worry about me going through her stuff. Wishful thinking!
Bag of metal hangers
Bag of plastic hangers
2 bags of newspapers (me)
2 bags of paper
1 bag cardboard
1 bag garbage
1 box of mugs for goodwill