7 days left. Thank God.

I love my Grandma, I really do.  But I hate having to live with her.

This isn't something that has come on suddenly - I have had a problem with a lot of her habits for a while.  The last few days, however, have really clinched the matter.  Now I am actively campaigning for her removal to my parents house.  To God, if you exist, GET HER OUT OF HERE.  Please?

This week was pretty busy - I went looking for a job, watched a movie with friends, went camping, and helped my mom get ready for my sis's party.  Because of this, it was really easy for me to avoid cleaning up my grandmother's messes.  However, I made sure to sweep up the kitchen, rinse out the gunkier dishes and put out the trash.  When I left for the camping trip, I made sure to look around to make sure that the place was okay for a day or so.  It passed inspection, so I felt that I could leave her for a day or so.

When I returned a day later, I could not believe what had happened.  She had been cooking so much (and not cleaning up after) to the point that both sinks were completely full of dishes - the spigot was buried under pots and bowls.  Flies buzzed around on various foodstuffs that had been left out.  The floor was full of discarded bits vegetables and unidentifiable juices.  It was a mess.  Even my bathroom, which I had left immaculate was full of flies - to the point that I felt uncomfortable even using it.

And so, yesterday, after staying up  late with my friends and helping my mom clean her house and mow her lawn for my sister's party, I cleaned my grandmother's kitchen.  I worked until I was noticeably stumbling on my feet to make sure that the house was somewhat inhabitable.

This morning I woke up to find her making something intricate in the kitchen.  Without doing the dishes.  Again.