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Edited on Fri Mar-07-08 01:12 AM by astral
and it's just like that, well, maybe not food stuck on dishes but she can't clean anything clean, now that she's older it's understandable but it was always like that and I was depressed into blackness by the chaos, everywhere, like I try to bring some order in there now and then but it has to be immediately back to chaos within a couple days. And she is fine to get along with, although she wasn't a good mother she wasn't capable of being any better, and now that I'm grown up I can totally enjoy visiting with her but the home itself depresses me. I can help by washing her floors, or by saying if she'll let me toss clutter help some other ways but the clutter has to be there. Spices half or most empty crowding the spice rack that have been there for 20 years.* Open half or most-empty bottles of every kind of cleaner there is under the sink, to where there's no room for more, and more yet on the plainly visible bathroom shelf, again crowded tight with the same bottles only this time including shampoo and conditioners and the like, piles of clothes here, there, on shelves, buckets in the tub, in front of the bathroom sink, doggy water and food bowls all over the place evenn though there is only one dog (they are strategically placed in the line of walking so you must step around them or accidentally kick them over. . .
that kind of chaos. Like anything set up to be pleasing to the eye is forbidden.
It is depressing and I fight chaos in myself in my own home, too. Yep, it's genetic and that's why we hate our moms. (I don't hate her, just kidding)
I would rather live in a van than live in someone elses' chaos. In fact I have done so and in my mind I would welcome doing it again, but I am older and more mushy and spoiled now than I was then -- thermostats and private bathrooms are a pretty nice thing to have in one's life -- at least if you've practised doing without things you really learn to not take things for granted.
Just rambling here now, but I sure can relate to how depressing it is. If you have to do it for awhile, though, you must find the peace deep within yourself, and of course, remind yourself it's just temporary, hopefully **real** temporary.
*MORE than 20 years, try twice that long!
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