So this week my mom came to stay with me and my sisters for three day. Yes, I live in an apartment with my sisters. Anyways, I was excited to see my mom because I haven’t in quite some time. But once she got here she dropped the ball. She said we were going to start cleaning out the apartment and getting rid of crap we didn’t need. My first thought “I don’t move out until the end of October, why do I need to start cleaning the apartment out now?” And my second thought “I don’t have anything to get rid of.” Boy could I have been any more wrong.
We started in the hallway closet. Which didn’t seem so bad at first. I assumed we would just take everything out and put it in her vehicle. Nope, wrong. My mom made me take everything out of every box, tub, and tote and make piles of what I had to keep and what I could afford to throw away. “Throw away? Are you kidding me?” At first I couldn’t let anything go. Then mom made the comment if I didn’t get rid of stuff she would. That would have been a terrible idea so slowly but surely we are working together sorting, organizing, and throwing everything. I am pretty sure I got to keep 1 out of every 5th object. Among these boxes, tubs, and totes were past school work, books, craft supplies, photos, and much much more.
I soon began to realize, I might have a slight problem. I am a “pack rat” or so my mother says. You see I don’t have a problem throwing other peoples crap away, but my own, well, thats another story. My mom kept asking me if I felt better about getting rid of “all that junk”. Well no mom I didn’t feel better. I think I started to have a little anxiety. With each “thing” we threw away, I could feel my hands get sweaty, my face get warmer, and my palms get sweatier. By the end of cleaning out this closes I was down to two tubs and one tote. I swear she made me ditch about 3/4 of my stuff from that closet. We threw away more than two HUGE black garbage bags, just from the closet.
The following day wasn’t as bad. You see, I didn’t have to go through and get rid of anything. Instead, I vacuumed my bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, the hallway, and my bathroom. I could have been nice and vacuumed my sisters bathroom but they can do that themselves. Especially since the whole time my mom and I were cleaning the apartment, my sisters were sleeping. Yeah, you can see how I rate. Anyways, so once I vacuumed all the rooms my mom told me to go dust. I rolled my eyes but did it anyways. When I was done I come to the living room to see my mom trying to put the vacuum back together. Apparently she had been trying to for 10 minutes. Then I was a little irritated because I had to try and fix it. Which I did because I am awesome. But for a while there I was a little frustrated with her. It’s like ask for help if you don’t know what your doing, otherwise you might break something.
Once the vacuum was fixed I had to scrub the floors, clean my toilet, scrub the shower, and clean the sinks. After I washed a load of dirty towels because we went through so many I was almost out. By the time we are done I was sweating. It doesn’t help that I live on the third floor of our apartment building, our air conditioner is ancient, and we can’t get a breeze to com in from outside to save our lives.
Things I have learned I may be a pack-rat. But I am feeling better about throwing some of that “stuff” away. I am thankful for my mom and all her help this week. Even though it was crazy at times and I thought I might pass out or die, I survived. I love you mom.