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I usually spend at least an hour during my first 24 hours visiting my parents decluttering the kitchen. It's - it's unspeakable. There are four or five jars of maybe working, maybe not markers and pens next to the toaster, and then associated pen clutter (little scraps of paper, etc.) And next to the window is a whole nother layer of stuff - juice bottles, maybe a bag of random junk, but always a bunch of stuff. Then next to the stove there's always a foot-deep stack of whatever - bread, paper towels, random odd stuff, next to the stove, and my mom can't get an organized approach to recycling going so there's always a bunch of crap that needs to be sorted out, and plastic bags which have been washed to reuse hanging everywhere, and just - non-kitchen junk. It makes me claustraphobic just thinking about it.
So I sort, tidy, recycle, put away, file, etc. for an hour or two, usually late at night. And then every. single. time. there's a fresh layer of crap within 12 hours. It's amazing. My mom totally reverts to "must have every surface covered" mode. It's like she has crap in reserve so she can spread it over the kitchen.
So then I give up.
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