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I. Can't. Do. This.
Aug. 17th, 2009 07:50 pmSo I've got to get my mother's apartment cleaned out so we can rent it because the property taxes come out in September and there's not enough money left in the life insurance to both pay for her funeral, pay for the work on the house that needs to be done, AND pay for the taxes.
And, like, no one is helping me. My one older sister doesn't work at all. Theoretically this would have given her ample time to help me. But no. She came over to help for 3.5 hours. And I've been waiting for everyone else to come help, because I don't want to be the one who decided to throw away so-and-so's fifth grade whatever that my mom saved for 40 years. I just don't want all that on my head, the deciding what to keep, what to toss, what to sell/donate.
My younger sister lives in Wisconsin, so she came down Saturday and part of Sunday and helped. But.
This is 40 years of stuff. My parents moved in here in 1969. My dad's stuff either was taken by him, given to him, or trashed after it sat in the basement and garage for 10 years after my parents divorced (except for the stuff my mother secretly saved, which I've only just recently discovered, ow). ( who helps, who doesn't, why that doesn't even bother me, but it's all just horribly daunting and depressing and overwhelming )
Fuck.
And, like, no one is helping me. My one older sister doesn't work at all. Theoretically this would have given her ample time to help me. But no. She came over to help for 3.5 hours. And I've been waiting for everyone else to come help, because I don't want to be the one who decided to throw away so-and-so's fifth grade whatever that my mom saved for 40 years. I just don't want all that on my head, the deciding what to keep, what to toss, what to sell/donate.
My younger sister lives in Wisconsin, so she came down Saturday and part of Sunday and helped. But.
This is 40 years of stuff. My parents moved in here in 1969. My dad's stuff either was taken by him, given to him, or trashed after it sat in the basement and garage for 10 years after my parents divorced (except for the stuff my mother secretly saved, which I've only just recently discovered, ow). ( who helps, who doesn't, why that doesn't even bother me, but it's all just horribly daunting and depressing and overwhelming )
Fuck.