I think this is an okay place to post this?
I have two days left here, but the house is still upsetting me. I tried to clean my room and it has improved a lot but I can’t see it because it doesn’t matter; I still can’t walk in it. I can’t get new things, and my mom got defensive about f*cking soap and asked why I wanted to throw her bag of hotel soap a d toiletries away, and I said, “Because it’s big and usually useless” (she’s using a couple of the things currently for a hotel stay tonight) “and there’s no counter space for my stuff” and she said in a not-serious, silly voice, “Well maybe your stuff is too big.” Yeah, my toothbrush is taking up way too much space.
I will be living at university for three to four months. I will be using that money to buy a car, if everything works out okay... but I won’t have enough saved away (I have enough for emergencies) for renting an apartment or anything. So, it’s likely I’ll be coming back here again, to have another anxiety attack when I see my room.
I’m trying to not let myself feel helpless, though, so I’m trying to remember everything I said here, which is why I’m back. So I told my mom that I won’t clean the bathroom because I’m tired of her saying she’s jealous of my cleaning and also griping about not having access to her dishes (there’s probably no hope for them, but at least we f*cking tried when she didn’t want to help) — I said it way more politely — and also I’m going to finishing cleaning this space when I come back, that way I only need to worry about it later.
I need to change my sheets so my sister and law has access to my bed just in case, though. I want her to have access to a clean bed. I keep mine clean because of OCD.
If I come back to clean it, then I will start once again with a trash bag, a recycle bag, and a donate bag.
The stuff my mom INSISTED I don’t get rid of I’m going to dump in her room.
I am going to see if it’s possible to condense my clothes into just one dessser, because I hate the small fat one that holds so little and is covered in stickers.
I’m going to go through books and get rid of ones I won’t read again. Then put ones I do like on the bookshelf I have, after I clean it.
I don’t really know what to do with the rest... a lot of it belongs in other rooms but those rooms are cut off with actual shit and trash and stuff we apparently can’t get rid of.
But after I get the room cleared out, I will get rid of the stupid display case my dad bought for *some* reason and put together the $100 desk I got that can’t be put together yet.
I wish I knew how to clean walls. These walls are disgusting.
Is it possible to buy a huge carpet that doesn’t need installation so I won’t have to worry about other costs? This carpet is 30-40 years old and probably FULL of allergens.
If I move my bird’s cage, I will have access to a small closet. I made access to another closet and found it full of my mom’s stuff from when she was 35-40. She has not yet prepared to donate any of it, or throw away the ones that aren’t in great condition.
The kitchen will still be a disaster, there won’t be a table still (maybe I can start using my desk once it’s set up? I like eating with my mom but I hate eating on a couch with no foot room. Want to know how many jeans have been destroyed because things spilled on my lap instead of sitting securely on a table? I’ve even lost entire dinners that way), the shower room will still be disgusting (wallpaper that’s 30-years-old AT LEAST?), and the house will still smell actually terrible and be embarrassing and suffocating, but god damn it if I end up having to stay here anyway, I’m going to have my own space. My twin brother has a mostly clean room now!
So for f*ck’s sake so am I. Especially since my mom won’t look for help. I can’t do all the work. I have a life to live.
Also if i invite my friend to help me clean it, she’s gonna have to deal with it. I’m an adult and I deserve a nice place. And my mom is too kind to let me be homeless, so.
Yeah, I’ll look back at this in July/August if I have to come here, instead of having another anxiety attack. I’m tired of anxiety attacks. I’m just going to get shit done.
Feeling panicked, future me? Grab a trash bag. You have control over your own space, even if it looks like you don’t.