A week and a half til I move! Excitement!!!!
Yay! I love moving. Or maybe I just loved moving out.
Speaking of which, it's worse than I thought. This is the first time I've truly looked into my mother's filth with the eyes of a professional cleaner. It's terrible. I only spent 2 hours there today, but I threw away 6 heavy-duty, black trashbags. And none of it was mail, I made sure to ask her about the more sensitive things before trashing them. One drawer in her kitchen was devoted to fake money and McDonald's toys from my childhood. I couldn't believe that stuff was still there.
I've taken 'before' pictures, but they're so embarrassing that I'll only post them if the 'after' shots are satisfactory.
I don't know how anyone can live like this. I came home and cleaned for another 1 1/2.
