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My mom was such a hoarder, too. She passed away last summer, but I am still dealing with her stuff! When she and my dad were both in the hospital for a few days 2 years ago, us kids were told the house had to be cleaned up for both parents to live there. So, I did it - I went through and cleaned up - 20 truck loads. My mom got out of the hospital before I finished, I didn't have time to sort and save, as we had to rennovate their house, too. It was difficult when mom got home (dad loved the clean house when he saw it) - she cried, she became angry at me, she yelled, she told me I didn't love her, and then some. This went on for about 6 months! Then, she started to laugh (just a little, though) about the situation.
There were a few things that got me through.
First, I didn't trick her - I told her straight out what I did with her stuff and why. She wasn't happy about it, at all! But, I felt better just telling her and I reminded her of what she always told us kids - "I might get mad at you, but I will never stop loving you". Knowing she was mad at me but still loved me was AOK with me!
Second was some patience, I had to really work hard not to get mad, not to yell back, not to say anything at all when she would yell at me about her stuff being discarded.
I went to a "happy place", thought of something else while she was ranting, and then when I knew she was finished, I told her this, "I understand why you are mad, I'm sorry to make you mad, and I love you." Most of the time, she didn't want to hear this, got angrier, walked away. But I said it anyhow and left it at that. Eventually she started to say she was over it, she was ok with what I did, she understood why I did it.
It was hard, but one thing I noticed - while she ranted for 6 months about her stuff being gone, she never seemed to mind the new house! She invited people in to her house to show them the rennovations! And, her house never seemed to get stuff ladened again... crazy, insn't it?!?!
on a ground floor apartment. Two of us would stay with my grandmother and distract her in case she heard the window open and close and two or three of us would do the actual eliminating of paper receipts & taking the bags out to the garbage dumpster. We, also, did some actual cleaning. ...but we'd stay over there from early morning--about 10 am to 6 or 7 pm. She was a sweetie, but she was a hoarder.
When my mom got to be where she needed somebody to come in, she wouldn't let us. After she passed away, my son, husband & I went over first and later the other siblings helped clean--but my mother's refrigerator and cupboards were like science experiments. When my MIL went into the nursing home, before she came to live with us, we found lots and lots of expired food cans and even found limburger cheese in the place where she would put her plastic bags. I learned to take expired food cans out of my MIL's house after my mom had died of Diverticulitis. Don't let your relatives tell you 'no' that they don't want you to come in and help clean.
I'm getting onto a rant here-better stop.
I would get the smaller bedroom for her all set up nice and purty and then move her in with all the ooohhs and ahhhhs look how nice it's decorated. The only thing can she handle a smaller bathroom? I was thinking the same thing if I have to move in with my mom, I really need the larger bedroom cause it has a tiny bathroom with a shower (to get ready for work). The smaller bedroom has a hallway bathroom that is around the corner and I am afraid during the night it may take too for her to get to the comode. So I am perplexed as well.
This weekend I have been planning a garage sale. I've been working on it for 1 1/2 weeks. I told my mom about it last week. She kept calling and asking what I was gonna be selling so I kept repeating and repeating and repeating.
Finally she calls me and says she has some stuff that I can come pick up and sell.
ARE YOU SERIOUS??????? The last time she gave my girlfriend 2 pairs of shoes that she had never worn, she called me and asked me what happened to them so when I explained she'd given them to my girlfriend she had me to call my friend to bring them back. She did the same thing with a jogging suit she'd given her that she gave me because it was too small for her.
Oh by the way she's still looking for that black jogging top.
After I finished laughing I told her to go ahead and keep her stuff because she is an Indian Giver and I'd rather she just have her OWN garage sale.
Go figure!
Now that doesn't mean that it doesn't drive me up the wall and that I frequently think "I don't want to live like this". Then I try to imagine that there will come the day when I can hire the "dipsy dumpster" and get some cleanliness and organization back.