I’ve loaded and unloaded this trailer twice now. Loading it again 2mrw which hopefully will be the last time. So time consuming packing everything at my parents when they want to see everything, reminisce about it and can’t make up their mind if they need it or not. You haven’t seen this shit in 30 years what do you need it for? I keep telling them, you want to keep all this shit to store it so I can throw it away when you guys croak? Pitch the shit now and live simple and clutter free! My mom broke down 4 times already crying because my brother and I are “rude and inconsiderate”. No, we tell it like it is and don’t sugar coat anything.
Perfect example, there are a couple small chairs that were in the basement, looked like a souvenir straight from Chernobyl, mom asked my brother where he was taking that. He said it’s garbage! No it’s not, I’m leaving that here for Jim so Julianna can use it. Randy says, hey Jim, mom said she’s giving you this chair for Julianna, where do you want it. I said oh ok, put it next to the garbage cans with the rest of the garbage. She says we are both assholes. Mom, you gave it to me. I can do anything I want with it right? What are you an Indian giver now?
I know, we’re ******. But we both work all day and then go rummage thru their shit until late night to just wash rinse and repeat. I understand it’s overwhelming and tiring for my parents at 70 too but we are doing all the heavy lifting and without him and I there pushing them, this would be a year long process. Mom calls Randy Hitler and I ask so who does that make me? Your just a f-ing *****. Love you too mom, and your welcome!
This is just a nightmare. After the political arguments with my old man, making mom cry daily if somehow we make it through thanksgiving I doubt anyone will show up for Christmas.
Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk