Organize & Declutter
> Just wanna SCREAM... Mother thinks decluttering her home means send it to mine!
Originally Posted by Tummy
: Good Gods she makes me so mad some times!!!
This weekend my mother wants my 8 yr old to come over and help her clean up.. ok, sure thing.
Well, while I was there she had him load my truck up. I mean there was 5 boxes of $H!T in my truck. Things she "gave to him." Mind you three of the boxes were of unopened glass cookie jars (not small!)
I tried to tell him that we did NOT need this stuff, but he really wanted it.
I told my mother cleaning her house did not constitute sending it all to mine!.. she laughed at me
: It does not matter how I talk to her or tell her not to do this kind of crap.. she continues to do so.!!!
Mind you.. she is the kind of person that..
*no one EVER does ANYTHING for her.
*She always puts others before herself (her words NOT mine)
*She never asks to have something done for her.. she TELLS.
Oh must I go on?
She thinks I'm kidding!!! My home is so cluttered as it is.. I am in serious NEED of cleaning mine out.!
Just needed to vent.
Are we related? My mother paid a mover to empty her basement into mine! I had just moved into my house was getting ready to remodel - had all of my things stored in my garage for the remodeling and was on bedrest w/ the twins - nd she PAID a mover to send me her junk.
Did i mention that she lived in central iowa and i live in Chicago?
I hate it when people do that!!! My MIL just did that the other day, although it wasn't five boxes. And she gave my dd a vinyl bag that was DIRTY! I don't want your clean cast-offs, let alone your dirty ones.
I'm just sooooo thankful that my mother is a ruthless declutterer
My MIL is a packrat but she never gives anything away and someday it will go to my SIL I'm sure
Cut and paste of an email I sent my brother:
So Mom sent me a box which arrived today, and I thought I’d just share a partial list of the contents with you.
- three boxes of slides I took as a child. (I do not own a slide projector, btw.)
- a yellow tank top I wore as a ten year old
- sixteen assorted buttons
- doll clothes (totally normal)
- an eraser, still in the box, from Drug Fair (original price: 39 cents)
- a half-used box of watercolors from Super Fair
- a birthday card from Grandma Midge for my first birthday
- a black placemat-sized bit of fabric with five human figures corralling elk on it (wtf?)
- a book called “Apache Vengeance” from the US Army Aviation School Library, stamped Property of U.S. Army (sic the US and U.S.)
- asssorted jewelry from Grandma Midge (I assume) including a rosary (unexplained)
- a photo mislabeled as having been taken with my “Brownie Camera” (I have never owned one)
For today, then, just be glad you’re you, and not me.
eta: it also had a certificate for completion of a pottery class I took in 1983.