My Family

So, my mom’s house is infested with mold spores that, according to my mom, are causing scarring to her lungs (I’m sure all those years of smoking didn’t help, but it’s probably the mold spores). She tried to move in with my sister (who lives in our late grandmother’s house) until something could be done about the house, but that shit didn’t work out.

Now, according to my sister, my mom has claimed ownership of my grandmother’s house and kicked her out.

According to my mom, my sister decided to move out, out of spite.

I come from a family of very proud, very stubborn people who will go a long way to make a point. So who knows?

All I know is that I have to help my sister move out and, because my dumb ass gave my mother the moving date, I have to help my mother move in a day later.

This process would be easier if my sister were not (in my professional opinion) an obsessive-compulsive hoarder. We have less than a week to move my sister out of a three story house. This is a woman who, to the best of my estimation, hasn’t thrown anything away in the past ten years. I’ve taken, by my count, 20 full bags of trash out of the house in 3 days and I feel like we’ve barely made a dent.

I’ve done nothing for the past three days but go to work and pack my sister’s stuff. With my mom moving in just as my sister moves out, I predict more of the same for days to come.

I’m so fucking tired.