Oh, I guess I should have taken that....

Today, I learned that yes, in fact, my dust allergy is alive and well. We're in the process of sorting through the basement at my parent's house. It is FILLED to the gills with.....treasured.....crap. It isn't as bad as say Ho@rders but it is bad. There are two rooms in the basement and the rest is just storage space essentially. But nothing is boxed up in an organized fashion. You want Christmas stuff? Okay, well, there are let's say 5 boxes. Two are together in one area while the other three are just um somewhere. Every year it gets worse so every year Christmas has a little less Christmas going on. Same with other seasons. This....situation applies to EVERYTHING. Except my stuff. Because my stuff is all nicely packed up and labelled and TOGETHER. But then, I moved back in so of course my stuff all got there at the same time and I've worked hard to keep it together. Well, anyway, because the basement is in such disarray it is also VERY dusty and um, well, still filled with cat hair from when my cat passed away a few years ago. Yup!

See, when the basement is that full sometimes it is difficult to reach everywhere. But the cat had no problems. And the dust has no problems. Yay!! Oh, and my cat left gifts for us in random places. That's always lovely to discover. So we've got TONS of cat hair and dust for me to enjoy while we work on the basement. But see, we're all allergic so we're all down there suffering through this together. Aww, so cute. The other day when we were down there I was merely sneezing. It was a tad annoying but I thought, wow, maybe my allergies aren't as bad as I thought. So today before we went down there I didn't take anything because I could 100% handle the allergens. Ha! Let's just say there were a few trips upstairs to help sort things out. Oi!

Yah, it was awesome.

I'm hoping that by the end of the week the basement will be so so so much better (it already is better, but I want more of course). I like things to be somewhat organized so I'm very excited about this process. But it is a lot of work and the biggest hurdle is getting my dad down there to go through things (ditto with my mom). It's their stuff, not mine so they need to make the decisions. There's only so much the kids can do (basically we stand there while they hand us things while saying "garbage", "recycle", "donate", "tools", "kids stuff"....we're just little lemmings really).

Elle.