Guest guest Posted April 17, 2010 Report Share Posted April 17, 2010 When I was a kid, I remember our house being spotless. My mom was very invested in this. Beds were made every day. I think her mother influenced her that way (I think my grandmother was a tyrant that way because when we visited my mom was very careful to not let us kids do anything messy there, and we didn't!) Plus it was an *appearances* thing. We had to look good. We were always clean and dressed well (if you could call those styles in the sixties and seventies 'well dressed') . But she would always be after us to clean. Or complain about it, nag. I don't know what it was, because I remember it being clean and neat. She even had a cleaning lady! We had to vacuum (well I know that *I* did, my brother, golden boy never did crap around the house) and dust. I mean, it must be nice to have all these people doing all these stupid chores all the time. I liked the phrase one person said about being " started on dishes " . I was started on dishes and dishwasher emptying when I was probably ten. (my grandmother would tell us kids in letters that it would be good if we helped with cleaning more to make my mom feel better! But our house was clean! I mean what a weird thing to do to little kids after their mom disappears into a mental hospital~ like oh it is my fault...so I must fix it. And I did try to, I'd open doors for her, carry her grocery bags etc, even wrote a third place essay to the paper on how great my mom was for Mother's Day) As my mothers depression worsened, and we moved into a country house in the woods, and us kids got older there were more conflicts about cleaning. Of course...we had two dogs, a cat, lived in the wood, three larger people living there (us kids), no cleaning lady. Lots of clothes, school stuff etc. We usually ignored her ragging until she'd go into a rage. Then I would wait a little bit longer because of my pride. Thing was, I was doing dishes, cooking, vacuuming, dusting, shopping, carrying in groceries, when I could drive I did more of that. My brother of course didn't do anything. He would let a pumpkin rot on his carpeted floor and then cut the rotten carpet piece out. Did anything happen to him? No. He was a slob for sure (and had the best room in the house). We were supposed to share the bathroom cleaning and he would never do his part. I resented like hell cleaning the toilet because, you know, he was a boy, and making a mess of it. But my complaints were unlistened to. I used to clean with a toothbrush because if I did it I wanted it to be clean. I mentioned this before, but if my parents went away, there was this weird understanding that we would have to have the house spotless before they came back. I don't know why. Didn't question it until I recently thought of it. But now my mom's house is cluttered. I would not classify her as a hoarder. But she is compulsive spender (but she has a limit on herself too) Her house is a bit dusty and dirty because she is old and has arthritis and can't clean much; but my sister's kids have lived there and they didn't help with that. My brother visits and his cats will pee on the rugs. The rugs are gross. (different dogs being there and not being taken out). My house is cluttered and messy. I have ADD and even though I want it clean it overwhelms me and I begin to not see it. I have a problem with what should I keep and what should I throw away. Lately I have been getting rid of a lot of things; I feel the clutter is ruining my creativity and ability to progress because I don't feel I can do anything until the clutter is gone. Yeah, that cleaning thing is weird. Messes the kids up for sure. ~~patricia Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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