This weekend was Yards and Yards of Yard Sales weekend here in Reekee. I hate yard sales, unless there are power tools involved. I hate shopping unless it's Home Depot or Lowes.
Sue however loves yard sale-ing. I think she hit them all this weekend. Mostly she went to her friend's yard sales. She gets free stuff when she goes to friend's yard sales. What it really all amounts to is that she brings home more junk to clutter up the house and garage. We don't need to go to other people's yard sales, we need to have the Muther of all time garage sale of our own.
I have estimated that we probably have close to $100k worth of garbage in our garage and house that will never get used. Some of it's new and has never been used, some of it is used and needs to be thrown out, some of it is just plain old questionable as to what it might have been and what use it might have for us now. Whatever it is, it is junk cluttering up the garage and house.
Yesterday, she brought even more junk into the house. Now mind you, she found some decent clothes for Kaitlyn for school. But see, I believe that is all she should have gotten. Anything else was just junk being brought in the house.
The worst part of her garage sale addiction is that it takes the better part of a month or two for all the junk she bought to find a place other than sitting on the floor or assorted furniture downstairs here. My issue with that is this: the upstairs is hers and Kaitlyn's. I don't give a rat's ass what happens up there. They can have and do whatever they like up there as long as it doesn't ooze down the stairs or smell so bad that it waifs it's way down here. I never go up there unless there is some kind of emergency going on. I vowed to myself that I would never go up there, it's better for my nerves if I don't.
See the downstairs is mine. I gave them the upstairs to destroy, the downstairs is mine to keep as pristine as I possibly can. This of course is an impossible feat as their shit gets left all over the place down here, plus, Sue has this thing about bringing more and more animals every day into our home. I am tired of dog and cat shit (literally). What that really means is that I am at the end of my rope and I have finally let go.
Let me give you a scenario of how life would be here if either they did not live here or, if they were tidy folk. The downstairs would be constantly immaculate. There would be an actually style to the decor, a theme so to speak, tasteful, but not arrogant. Things would at least match, or at least go together well. The wouldn't be this hodge podge of shit that has no relation to one another, or looks as if it was bought at a distress sale in the 1970's. There would be one cat, most likely a Siamese and one dog, most likely a Maltese. There might be a small fish tank some where, but I doubt it. Before something new was brought into the house, the old thing it was replacing would have been thrown out, as in removed forever from this property in one way or another.
Everything would be organized, a place for everything and everything in it's place. There would not be more toys than one child could possibly play with in a lifetime sitting on the kitchen table, let alone in the whole of the house. There would not be a need for 30 toy boxes and chests that were over flowing in every conceivable room of the house. There would be one and it would be upstairs along with shelving and cubbies to hold books and whatnots.
I know how to do all this organizing. I know exactly what needs to be done. The real problem is, I can't do it alone, it is almost insurmountable for one person to accomplish. If this was 10 or 15 years ago, I would still have the energy to do all this organizing. Ten or 15 years ago I would not have felt so helpless to stop the rising tide of the junk. Ten or 15 years ago, this wouldn't have happened because I would not have allowed it to happen. I would have put my foot down back then.
Now I don't have the strength to do it. Now I am at their mercy because I can't fight them both, let alone singularly. My real problem is that I am alone in the desire to have things clean and organized. This adds to my feelings of isolation and loneliness. No one shares my vision and I am incapable physically of carrying out my vision for a home and property that looks pleasing to the eye and doesn't smell like animal excrement.
Thank god this stupid yard sale thing is only one weekend a year. Not that she doesn't find other yard sales during the rest of the year, it's just this big ass yard sale weekend is when the most junk comes in the house all at once. Out of all of this I think the thing that bothers me the most is that Sue is teaching Kaitlyn to love yard sales. I am hoping I die before Kaitlyn ever gets old enough to bring home as much useless junk as her mother does.
And now you have an idea why my home is the way it is.
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