Mother HoardsWhile not as bad as some people whom I've seen, my mother is perhaps a mild hoarder. In short, she has way, way too much crap and refuses to dispose of anything. I think her problem is more she likes to throw stuff in random spots and then not pick it back up or throw it away. What I hate the most, though, is the fact that she will not allow me to throw away or donate anything I no longer want. Why? Because SHE did or may have spent money on the items in question at one time. So not only is she a hoarder, but she can be cheap at times. Here is a lovely little list of things I've had to listen to over the years:
- Tried to sell old video games I no longer wanted from older consoles. I was offered 50 cents per game; I just wanted to get rid of them, so I said okay. My mother screamed at the store clerk that she purchased them brand new at about $50 apiece, and that if I didn't want them, she'd take them home and burn them.
- Dug my old, crusty, unused make-up out of the bottom of the trash because it was still full and she claimed that she'd use it. Five years later, it sits untouched.
- Flat surfaces are covered with trash (like yogurt wrappers, foil, and receipts).
- Will not allow me to donate anything, even if I bought it myself. She figures if I'm trying to get rid of it, she bought it. If she spent money at any time in her life on anything, she will get very irate if you try and give away that thing she spent money on.
- No room in her bedroom for clothing because of boxes of crap everywhere.
- Basement and laundry room are both loaded with clothing she hasn't worn in years.
- The closet in my room, while enormous, cannot be used because it's full of Mom's clothing from when she was younger (and far thinner). Again, stuff she will not get rid of.
- Had a fit when, after losing 70 pounds, I wanted to donate all my plus-sixe clothing because it was falling off me.
- A bag full of papers/scraps from my room (I sew a lot) seen in the main trash can will get opened and rummaged through to ensure nothing of "value" is being discarded.
- Found me an art table someone tossed out on their curb (great find; love the table). I wanted to replace my desk with it. Since my mother bought me that desk for a whopping 60 dollars, she refused to get rid of it. Now my desk is in the kitchen.
I've been trying to throw away an old art project for years...a ceramic shark that looks godawful. Yet it manages to always find its way back to my room. My mother also always gets irate with me if I dare to get annoyed when she dumps crap of hers in my room. My room is a bit full, but I know how to actually arrange my stuff so it looks nice and so I don't feel cramped...somethimg my mother has not yet mastered. My mother does not ever EVER entertain guests, which is why she doesn't care if an empty soda can sits on the television for two weeks.
Honestly, I would clean out her whole house for free with a big smile on my face in high heels and pearls if she would just let me. So much stuff could be donated, and perhaps some could be sold. I think the basement has the potential to be comfortable and not loaded to the gills with junk. Heck, I'd love to write to one of those home redecoration shows to see what they could do. But I know if my mother allowed them to visit, she'd be standing with her arms crossed, watching them and smacking them with a fly swatter while screaming that they can't get rid of some candy wrapper from 1985 because she spent money on that candy.
I don't know why, but I just can't understand how people can live in such hovels. I'm not the greatest housekeeper ever, but something goes off in my head every so often that says, "It's feeling messy in here. Time to clean/rearrange/sell/donate!" I'm convinced my mother is trying to see how much stuff she can pack in her house before the floor collapses.