ok, so, my house is a wreck! it always has been, within the last few years its hit rock bottom. stuff is everyyyyywhere. literally. everything is clutered. you cant even walk in our dining room, our spare room, only in about half way in the living room, barely in my moms room, you can barely even use the kitchen counter.. i mean you get the idea. my room is pretty much the only room that stays clean. its just me & my mom here. she works 5 days a week for 9 hours, and i work a part time job and am in school, so were not here to clean very often. she is a packrat for sure & cant get rid of anything. its like one of those houses you see on doctor phil or oprah, where the whole house is just FILLED with stuff. except its not dirty, we dont have pets in the house so it stinks and we dont have old pizza boxes or dirty dishes lying around, its just cluttered. my friends are always asking me why the cant come over and asking if they can, but i cant really tell them how my house is so theyll shut up! its embarrassing, so usually ill just say we have to clean before anyone comes over. but then they either say well i dont care about that! or well then clean it! but this is NOT a one day job, and if you know the kinda mess im talking about, you know what i mean. like i said, either of us are hardly ever here to clean, especially at the same time. and really the only time we have is weekends, and i work almost every friday and saturday. its just not that i easy. 95% percent of it is my moms stuff, so really i cant do anything bc i cant move her stuff or throw anything away without her looking at it first, so its alot easier said than done. most of my friends have NEVER been to my house, and im running out of excuses why! what can i say to them!? ugh, please help.
In response on how to tackle your mom's mess, get a few boxes (from your work or whatever) and toss in things that you can't organize or have no idea where it goes. That way she can sort it out when she gets home.
And just tell your friends the truth: Your place is literally a mess and tell them that you would be uncomfortable if they were there. If they're really your friends, they'll understand.
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