The mother ship is coming all the way to Germany to visit her youngest brood. This means that I had to go into a cleaning frenzy so as to not face the wrath of the mother. Our storage room was in the worst shape. We could barely open the door without fear of something landing on us and bringing a swift dead. After much sorting, swearing, and anger our storage room now looks like this.
Holy shit Batman! There is a carpet in there. This room contains all of our summer clothes, sporting goods, and electronics that can't be used because of the voltage difference over here. Most notably my mother fucking space heater which I can't survive the winter without and now just sits in here mocking me during those chilly winter nights. Screw you Europe, I am so over you.
The worst part about purging is of course, the garbage. In the states it would be fine, you pack it all up in your car and take it to the dump. But here in Hitler's Germany you have to separate your trash into a million different bins and even then you don't have enough room in these bins for all your hoarded trash because they expect a family to be able to go a whole month and only produce one bag of garbage. So the trash bin holds exactly one bag of garbage.
This is all the garbage we need to recycle. See those boxes, they are all stuffed to the brim with even more paper and boxes. The only way for us to get all of this out of our house is to take it to the Army base in the Netherlands. We will not be going there before my mother gets here. YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?? After all of that hard work to clean out our deathtrap of a storage room, my mother is still going to see all the mess.
