A couple of weeks ago, while I was at work, my husband got a call from my Mom. She'd fallen and was in a lot of pain. She couldn't get up. Would he come and take her to the chiropractor?
He took her straight to the hospital. She was there for five days while they found lots of little things and maybe pnuemonia. Gallstones--but not in a good place to operate. It was quite frustrating.
Then they released her--and, oh my goodness, her home. She had really been unwell for a long time. The kids and I cleaned like the dickens.
And I confronted the fact, again, that Mom is a hoarder--or something. She can declutter. She can make decisions to let go of things. But, then, for some unknown reason, she goes out shopping and fills the house right back up. We don't know if it is a shopping problem--or a "I don't know how to live with empty space" problem.
She is feeling better. We have been decluttering. We've been doing all sorts of things to make her house more liveable for her. Whether it stays that way isn't up to me, but I am trying to find her some help.
All I can do is make sure my place stays clutter free.
Today, when I had a moment, I bagged up and got rid of some clutter of my own.
This was collected throughout February.
I was so glad to get it gone.