in the land of OCD

Friday, November 19th

Hey, what day is it? I’m so confused. Is it Friday or Sunday…what month is this? When am I going home? It seems like I’ve been here so long in the land of OCD (obsessive compulsive disorientation) that I’m really discomboobulated. My writing is only two days behind, but for some reason I can’t quite remember what happened on what day now! I’ve been fractured into so many pieces along the way, I’m not even sure that anything has been finished entirely! Every time I walk into a room I see more stuff that needs to be cleaned and/or organized. Every nook and cranny of this house is filled with trash, junk and things that will never be used.

*Hey, it’s actually Sunday right now, and I just happened to look out the window and I’m so excited…it’s SNOWING outside! (Just thought I’d share that with you!) Anywho, between running out to the transfer station with the extra recyclables and going to the Goodwill with all the donations I have most certainly lost many many hours of my life that I’ll never get back. Countless minutes loading and unloading garbage in and out of (2) cars. It took me an entire hour to unload and dump all the boxes of PAPER at the transfer center Friday morning, then another hour unloading stuff at the Goodwill. By the time I got back to the house, I was ready for some breakfast and a short siesta!

But there’s no rest for the weary, or the wicked, depending on who you ask! However, I deftly dove into the litany of garbage collecting in my mother’s room. Several years ago I spent an afternoon with her in that room hanging all of her clothes. But since her usual modus operandi is to take it off and pile them in a heap in FRONT of the closet there’s no reason to use the closet. People, the hangers inside had DUST on them. Nothings been hanging in there for years. YEARS. WTH?

I started on the heap and hope to make my way around the room. So far I have uncovered empty boxes of things she has purchased, I even uncovered boxes of things she purchased and simply never opened. Mostly (and this is the case throughout the entire house) I unearthed boxes of old mail, coupons, circular ads and magazines, catalogs, trash etc. Just shoved in a box to “sort” through at a later time. It’s a shame we can’t recycle paper goods the same way we recycle bottles or cans…I could buy airplane tickets for two to Tahiti if that were the case! And trust me, I’d much rather be there than here at the moment! ‘Cept the snow is rather pretty…oooh snowflakes. Sorry, got distracted.

Within the rubble I found a filing cabinet, which doesn’t appear to house any of her important ‘current’ documents, paint and crafts that are dried out and unusable, clothing that is torn, stained or moldy. Personal items that have been sitting for so long no one even remembers they exist. And my oh my how she loves a good yard sale and thrift store find, apparent by the plastic bags and stickers still attached on each treasure, too bad they’ll never get used. Empty pill bottles galore. Adult bed pads overwhelm. Wire hangers dangling to and fro. Just a sidenote that anybody who knows me has to know that is one of my biggest pet peeves, no wire hangers, EVER.

This room has given me some joy to revamp, it’s been a semi-cleansing if you will. I am far from being done, but it’s a good start and since I’ve been sleeping in here, well now I can stop worrying about the boogeymen living in the piles of crap! Plus, as much as I hate to admit, I want to make this a safe haven, even though it’s for the one person who could have prevented the majority of this calamity. I’d like to produce a “grown-up” room for her in hopes that she’ll want to follow suit and keep it that way, for a while at least.


Relax. Breathe. Focus.

Tomorrow…more ramblings…


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