My mom’s house is a disaster. OK, not really a disaster but she has a lot of stuff and it’s all in the way as we try to make her a bedroom closet. For years, her only closet was a little spot under the stairs. But now she has a closet that measures about 6′x10′ and I can only hope she will watch some episodes of Clean Sweep and get the urge to purge so her things will fit in the closet. Not to mention get rid of about 3 of the 4 hutches she has in her living room, which is now 6′x10′ smaller than it was due to new closet.
While we were moving stuff so we could make room for the closet, I was clearing off the entertainment center. Let me just say that my niece Jessica is now turning beat red and going, “She wouldn’t!” And I won’t. But Dee, you should ask her about it. 
Or Keith. Or Mom. ‘Cuz we all know, ya know? Ya will. It’s so fun to tease Jessica.
So I went with my mom to a Habitat Restore and she purchsed new carpet for her bedroom and living room. But she really, really wanted this very dark wood colored room divider. BUT remember the four hutches? And the smaller living room? Yeah. I don’t know what she’d do with it either.
She swears she’s going to buy it. I told her go ahead, but she’d have to go to the store to visit it because no one will be willing to haul it to her house for her. She said her boyfriend would. And he might, but then he’d risk being forever ostrasized from the rest of the family. So.
When I was telling my mother-in-law about the trip to the store earlier she asked me if my mom was happy that I allowed her to spend money on carpet. My mom constantly complains that her children won’t let her buy anything. And I realized that no, she wasn’t happy. She was too busy complaining that I wouldn’t let her buy that room divider. Some people’s parents. Oh wait, that was another topic.
Two blogs on a weekend? Imagine that! Don’t be expecting it on a normal basis. Thanks for playing.
