A friend of mine on twitter asked the question about hoarding.

I could probably from life experience write a novel about it. But, I will make this brief. (As I can).

My grandmother has a problem with hoarding and has for a very long time. My grandfather passed away in 1993, and since then it started and got worse and worse. I love my grandmother and in no way am trying to blast her or make her sound like a bad person.

The thing about it is, I think that she did not have the intention for things to get out of hand like they did. Yet, most of my life I lived in that house with her in that condition. I am talking about a path way to walk through the house. No, I did not have house hold chores. What really could I do? I washed dishes and vacuumed what floor I could. I kept my bed clean and enough room to lay down on.

But, ultimately, things just did not get done. It was an embarrassment to have friends over so I never did. Not that I had allot of friends, because we lived month to month on SSI. But we made it and we got through. I am proud of my upbringing.

This blog is not about me though so I will get back to the point at hand. When I would bring dates over, I begged them to not think that the way they saw the house in anyway represented me. I wanted to have a nice house to live in that was not cluttered. Crazy thing is at night I would forget about the fact that I could not see my floor. Then, waking up the next day and seeing the stuff there, irked me to no end. But, I dealt with it.

The thing about hoarding is my grandmother did not want to be one. I know, because before my grandfather died she didn’t have the house like that. I think that the things in her house fill her void. And though to people reading this it may seem disgusting or gross. My grandmother keeps her dishes and clothes clean as well as her body. The only thing that makes her a hoarder is that she has all that stuff in her house. 

Now, I love my grandmother and always will. But, at the same time her being a hoarder though she may not know it, has put a wall between her and the family even more than it was. 

If you know anyone that is a hoarder. Do not think why in the world would they be so gross. Think that maybe this person has a condition that all that stuff they think is for filling that void or whatever it may be.

Thank you so much for your time in reading my little post.

Ok so here is my deal.
I have a man that normally I love very much.
But he has been acting like a butt lately.
Tonight alone he was bugging me to wake up. Got mad because I wouldn’t. When I don’t sleep well at night. For the past two weeks, I maybe sleep an average of three hours a night.
I have a two year old and I go to school full time. 20 hrs a week. I’m there mon and wed 730 am to 5 pm. Tues 730 am to 9 pm. Thursday 730 am to 5 pm. Friday 730 am to 3 pm.
I come home I cook, I clean, I take care of all my son’s needs. ( not complaining on that) when I ask for help, none. (The 20 hrs a week is my classes only.)
But back to tonight. He got mad over that. Then when we decided to leave the living room and go to bed, he flops his hand over, pokes me in the eye, which wakes me up. Trying to bug me again. I turn on my side. He gets pissed and goes in the living room and turns back on the tv and starts watching tv. This is at 11pm
Later, my son cries and wakes up. I go in there to see what is wrong. And take care of him. My man goes to bed. And I am currently sitting here on the couch typing this, my son is awake, so am I. And I’m pissed.
My son can’t help it. I don’t blame him. I blame adults that are in this house that I feel like don’t help in the way they should. Correct me if I’m wrong, but the man that calls himself a daddy, to be a true one, needs to help out.
Not tell me when I get home at 9pm with my back where I can hardly walk, to give my son a bath. When I two hours before ask him to.
And when I come home, because I didn’t get the groceries he suggested I get (reason: I could hardly walk) then proceeds to tell me that because I didn’t, I was selfish and only thinking about myself.
Now don’t get me wrong, he does allot of stuff. Like play with cayden, and take care of our financial needs while I am in school (per his request).
But I want to be able to know that when I come home, he has done something. I get home on tues like I said at 9. He gets off at 5. Why not give cayden a bath, if you see dishes out put them in washer, clean up something. He has done that once. But that is not with out griping.
I love this man. I want to make our family work. But I want to ask of something (small easy to do favors) and believe they will be done. Let me ask you, what is wrong with that?

I will try my best not to make this sexist. But the thing is, when I do all that I can for my man. He comes home to a clean house. Dinner being cooked. And I am waiting on him hand and foot. And this is the way I do things. 

The only time I haven’t is when, I got my tooth pulled last monday, So I didn’t do a whole lot bc this was a big tooth they extracted.

But I am back to my old self and I am getting crap done. But for the past 2 days, my man has just been getting aggravated and saying that the way that I talk to him is ******. 

I do not think so. But, I am willing to accept that if he says it is, then maybe I need to watch myself. But the thing is, I am doing all I know how to do, and it seems to still annoy him. 

He is not normally this type of guy so something is bothering him. But he won’t tell me what it is. So, I am typing this on here. Putting my thoughts out there because I can not say them to him again. Because as again means, I have already said them.

So here is hoping that I can somehow get tonight back on track. I want to end up with him doing what makes him happy. I want to make him smile. 

There you go

Ellen at her comedy best