I surrender, mom - you can keep the hazard/living room.
Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 2:59 am
Around May, mom bought these shelves to put in the basement. Unfortunately, there's no room in the basement because of all the clutter, so she dumped them in the living room saying, "I'll get them down there soon."
IT is now september. The boxes are still there. What is wrong with this picture? Is it the fact that there are bloody boxes taking up half the living room? Ding ding ding. I've been incredibly tolerant of the amount of clutter in the basement, but when you keep hazards like those boxes that're probably stuffed with solid gold bars given how much they weigh blocking the way to the laundry, then that is just dangerous. I can't move these things by themselves because they still have mass, and they weigh a ton. Trust me on this. Those damned things probably destroyed the suspension of dad's car with how much they weighed.
Every time I asked mom and dad if they were ready to help move those things to a safer place, they just came up with some excuse to get out of it.
"oh, I have a headache, I can't do it today."
"oh, my neck hurts, I cant' do it today."
"Sorry, I'm busy." *gets back to taking a two hour bejeweled break.*
"Sorry I'm busy."
"Oh I have a hair appointment."
This will take a total of ten or so minutes. Tops to get these damned things out of the way. I've warned you in May that they are in the way of the laundry room and that we're going to trip on it eventually. I warned you that those things weigh so much that they'll cause a 5.8 earthquake if we drop them.
Finally, my prediction came true and honestly I'm lucky to be alive. I tripped over it, jammed my toes and I think I broke them, fell face first into the laundry basket which fell to the floor, jammed my collar bone into the edge of the basket (I massively lucked out; if that thing hit my neck I'd have probably died.), and almost broke my glasses. The only reason they didn't break is because I had nice cushy sheets to break my fall. We're all also lucky that it was me that fell - if it was my sister, she'd have broken her toes, her foot, and her collar bone.
I know I'm totally sounding like a parent here, but my god, even when I was 15, I knew not to put my kangaroo shoes in front of the doorway where someone was bound to trip on them. I knew not to put boxes of clutter where people can trip on them. I'm very tolerant of messes as long as they aren't moldy or an injury hazard, but when I have to step over a bunch of boxes to do laundry an finally walk away with only a couple broken toes, then that's it. That is it. I have had it. I am going to a laundromat until those things are gone.
I'm going to give you two months. Until halloween. If those boxes are still there, then I am going to go to home depot, buy an axe, and chop those things up into kindling. Or I'll hack the boxes to pieces, deatch all the wood, and, one by one, carry all of them into the living room and stack them in front of the TV. You've lost my participation - It's very rare that I'm willing to do heavy lifting, but now you've lost it because I'm going to be limping for the rest of September. ARGGGGH!!!!!!
IT is now september. The boxes are still there. What is wrong with this picture? Is it the fact that there are bloody boxes taking up half the living room? Ding ding ding. I've been incredibly tolerant of the amount of clutter in the basement, but when you keep hazards like those boxes that're probably stuffed with solid gold bars given how much they weigh blocking the way to the laundry, then that is just dangerous. I can't move these things by themselves because they still have mass, and they weigh a ton. Trust me on this. Those damned things probably destroyed the suspension of dad's car with how much they weighed.
Every time I asked mom and dad if they were ready to help move those things to a safer place, they just came up with some excuse to get out of it.
"oh, I have a headache, I can't do it today."
"oh, my neck hurts, I cant' do it today."
"Sorry, I'm busy." *gets back to taking a two hour bejeweled break.*
"Sorry I'm busy."
"Oh I have a hair appointment."
This will take a total of ten or so minutes. Tops to get these damned things out of the way. I've warned you in May that they are in the way of the laundry room and that we're going to trip on it eventually. I warned you that those things weigh so much that they'll cause a 5.8 earthquake if we drop them.
Finally, my prediction came true and honestly I'm lucky to be alive. I tripped over it, jammed my toes and I think I broke them, fell face first into the laundry basket which fell to the floor, jammed my collar bone into the edge of the basket (I massively lucked out; if that thing hit my neck I'd have probably died.), and almost broke my glasses. The only reason they didn't break is because I had nice cushy sheets to break my fall. We're all also lucky that it was me that fell - if it was my sister, she'd have broken her toes, her foot, and her collar bone.
I know I'm totally sounding like a parent here, but my god, even when I was 15, I knew not to put my kangaroo shoes in front of the doorway where someone was bound to trip on them. I knew not to put boxes of clutter where people can trip on them. I'm very tolerant of messes as long as they aren't moldy or an injury hazard, but when I have to step over a bunch of boxes to do laundry an finally walk away with only a couple broken toes, then that's it. That is it. I have had it. I am going to a laundromat until those things are gone.
I'm going to give you two months. Until halloween. If those boxes are still there, then I am going to go to home depot, buy an axe, and chop those things up into kindling. Or I'll hack the boxes to pieces, deatch all the wood, and, one by one, carry all of them into the living room and stack them in front of the TV. You've lost my participation - It's very rare that I'm willing to do heavy lifting, but now you've lost it because I'm going to be limping for the rest of September. ARGGGGH!!!!!!