CLEANING THE RABBIT HOLE

You can ask any of my children what my biggest frustration is and they will tell you, CLUTTER !

Hate it, makes me nuts, I love order, don't mind a little dust or a finger print or two, but put things up, back where they belong.

My son has been gone for two years but because he is in the military, with no real address , therefore there was really no were to send things. Now he has a home, an address, a place of his own, to rat hole his stuff.

I have been putting off the task of moving him completely out and mother-in-law completely in. There is always hope that living arrangments might change, .... right !!!

Lite into her room this weekend, throwing out the remainder of my son's belongings, putting keepsakes in a foot locker, etc. Had her stuff everywhere, all over the living room, my work room, everywhere.................. I swear I could track both she and my husband to China by following little wadded up pieces of tissue. Yarn in every nook and cranny, all tangled. Honestly all she has to do is pick up a skein of yarn and it just implodes, no beginning, no end, just a mass of mess that all had to be untangled, then went shopping for somewhere to put it all. Out with all of the little tote bags, that each contained at least two pieces of mail (over due) one knitting needle ( got lucky and found the mate to about 4 sets) ink pens, tissue, m & m wrappers, etc. No more tote bags. No more mail period unless it comes through me.

She asked me 9,000 times what can I do to help? Here, go through this pile, she does, and puts it where? In a tote bag. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I put a shoe bag on the back of her door, Sunday morning, can't find her slippers, why won't her door close? When did you put this bag back here, well, there are my slippers, I guess you told me that, huh?

Get the house put back together, two tons of stuff hauled to Good Will and to the trash, everything back in the closet, my back is killing me, I exhausted but my life is in order, all is well.

Went in to give her, her night time medicine and the clothes she took off before going to bed are where? IN THE NICE EMPTY CLOSET FLOOR.

No one who came in that evening, if there been anyone, would have never known that I had killed myself all day on a closet, and that it lasted all of 20 minutes, after I finished.

Good thing she has dementia or I would be thinking of going rabbit hunting !