Overcome.

I'm watching Hoarders. Two things.   It makes me a little nauseous, because I grew up in a house like one on this particular episode.  The woman on the show calls herself a hoarder of trash.  I call her lazy.  I've only talked to a few people about how I grew up, Magnum being one of them.  I tell him, while watching the show, that's how I grew up.  He's always like, O, come on!    But alas, it is true. 

The other thing is, when watching the show, I look around my house and I think, Wow, I aint doing so bad.  :) 

I often wonder when my mother just fell out of life.  How do you let your life & your home get so out of control?  Especially when you have children?  How do you look at your children and let them grow up in such filth?  I used to worry that I'd fall out of life, and end up like her.  I may be like her in some ways, but I'm certainly not like her in this way.  I just wonder if something just caused her to stop living?  Was it one particular incident?   Or was it a gradual thing?  I guess, I'd understand more if she worked, or did anything with her life.  But she didn't even do that.  She pretty much spent her whole life in bed. 

And, I know that no one really chooses to live like that.  I realize that anyone who lives as a hoarder, or a parent who checks out and pretty much spends her whole life in bed, has some sort of issue.  Emotional? Mental?  Psychological?

I guess the point is, I overcame my mother.  An aunt of mine once told me she was proud of me because I overcame my childhood.

:)

Don't get me wrong...I'm still messy.  In some ways, more than others.  As a matter of fact, I think, sometimes, I let things get messy, so I can clean it.  Sort of like a challenge. 

And, that's all I got.  :)