I have a horrible headache.
I have a horrible headache. I have a horrible, chemical odorant induced headache. I have a horrible headache because my mother HAD TO HAVE THE HOUSE CLEANED. Yes, in all caps. Because PEOPLE ARE COMING TO VISIT. And because the person she has come to clean once a month, who probably averages being here once every three months, because there are always #reasons, didn't come 2 weeks ago Monday. Normally, mom just tries again next month, etc. But the queen the president my siblings and their attachments are coming.
Soft clue, mom. Dad just had surgery, you managed to make yourself sick (for true), and they're just your kids, all of whom are staying at hotels. You have never had a House Beautiful. Once all of us were out of the house it became clear that this was because that just isn't your style, no matter house much you wish it were. I'm not sure you have a style, other than clutter light with a side of cozy hoarding. I realize you were raised in the 50/60's by an obsessive mother. I get it, I really do. But your style and this obsessive it must be clean for The Guests thing don't jibe. It's not like it's filthy, either. A little dusty, wouldn't lick the floor per se, but not exactly a house of horrors, either. And you will never get rid of all the dust unless you get rid of all the, uh, things.
My head really hurts. Normally, I make sure I am not here before, during, and after the cleaning, because I know this person uses stuff that is strongly smelly and headache inducing, and it lingers. Unfortunately, because of the emergent nature of the cleaning, it had to be done at a time where I couldn't completely avoid the whole thing. So I have a headache. Did I mention?
Soft clue, mom. Dad just had surgery, you managed to make yourself sick (for true), and they're just your kids, all of whom are staying at hotels. You have never had a House Beautiful. Once all of us were out of the house it became clear that this was because that just isn't your style, no matter house much you wish it were. I'm not sure you have a style, other than clutter light with a side of cozy hoarding. I realize you were raised in the 50/60's by an obsessive mother. I get it, I really do. But your style and this obsessive it must be clean for The Guests thing don't jibe. It's not like it's filthy, either. A little dusty, wouldn't lick the floor per se, but not exactly a house of horrors, either. And you will never get rid of all the dust unless you get rid of all the, uh, things.
My head really hurts. Normally, I make sure I am not here before, during, and after the cleaning, because I know this person uses stuff that is strongly smelly and headache inducing, and it lingers. Unfortunately, because of the emergent nature of the cleaning, it had to be done at a time where I couldn't completely avoid the whole thing. So I have a headache. Did I mention?
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ReplyDeleteMy Dad had to stop going to my maternal grandmother's house because something there (plants, perfume, etc, don't remember) would trigger his allergies. She took it as a personal affront. He took that as an insult since he, ya know, kind of liked to breathe. Ahh, family drama. So glad I don't have to deal with that anymore. I'm sorry you're still stuck in the middle of it.
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