Mom Loves Stuff - House Is A WreckI'm the kind of person who likes to have stuff, but not too much. I know how to organize the stuff I want to see and store the stuff I need, but don't want to see. My mother is a packrat and has not figured this out yet. Every room in her house is a mess - her room has boxes stacked all around it of her partner's stuff. There are toys of mine that I didn't want that my mother refused to get rid of because she spend $XX on them that she has in her room. There are piles of clothes and laundry baskets all over the living room. The kitchen table is entirely covered in papers and garbage. The dog's kennel has boxes stacked about a foot high on top of it of my mother's partner's stuff that he refuses to get rid of and the top of said kennel is severely bent in.
My mother has a very hard time both getting rid of stuff she doesn't need and putting stuff away (or in the trash). So doesn't her idiot boyfriend. Everyone has to save every little scrap of crap, and then they complain about how they can't find anything. People will open a bag of food and then leave the bag open in the middle of the counter. Clothing gets thrown across the furniture and remains there. I often get so sick of seeing the house looking like such a pigsty that I clean it up just so I can see it semi-tidy for five minutes. Of course, I can't throw anything away that isn't obvious garbage (like food wrappers, which also are thrown on the counter)...I just have to stack and tuck. People often notice how clean it looks...but then they decide they need something that's a bit buried, so they tear the house apart looking for that one thing and then leave the mess behind.
And both my mother and her idiot routinely go through the trash to make sure no one's throwing away anything that's "still good." Mom's dug old make-up out of the garbage that I intentionally buried at the very bottom to prevent her from dumpster diving for it because she said she'd use it. That was about five years ago and she's never once worn it.
Another fun aspect is Mom will not let me get rid of stuff of mine that I no longer want. If she spent money on it 20 years ago, then I'm just going to have to shut up and keep it. And sometimes she'll throw stuff into my room too! It's bad enough I can't even use the closet in my room because it's full of all her old clothes from the 70s that she can't fit into, but yeah, toss those boxes and clothes all over my room since there's no more room in yours. And if I get irate about it, I get yelled at - how dare I not want my little space filled to the ceiling with crap like hers is.
Her house really has the potential to be nice...if she'd limit the mess to the ba
I just...clutter drives me nuts. I just cannot fathom how people can actually stand to live in such a dump of a home 24/7. When I start to feel cluttered, I throw stuff out left and right until I feel like I can breathe again. I don't know if people in this house are just too lazy to clean up and put things away, or they somehow like the security of being surrounded by junk and garbage. Mom never ever entertains guests, most likely because she knows her house is an absolute dump and she's ashamed of it...but she won't do a thing to remedy that and have a house she can be proud of.