Space Invader

In my last post I mentioned that my sister moved in with me and promised more at a later date. So here it is. Back in January, I began hearing a rumor that my sister was going to be moving in with me. My others sisters would say, "She'll be living with you any minute now", "Better start cleaning that room". Now being a single girl in a two bedroom condo, I've always said to friends and family that if they need a place to stay that they are welcome to my spare bedroom. But there's always been one caveat - they have to clean the room. Since it's my spare room, it basically serves as my junk room. A dumping ground for everything that doesn't have a place, things that I don't want to deal with right now and everything that needs to be hidden before company shows up. It was like having a garage inside.

The last time I cleaned that room was in August before my best friend came to visit from London. Since then, I have been keeping the room much cleaner than usual. So the first week of this month, my sister called me and said "Hello roomie". She proceeded to tell me that she'd be coming over "to clean her room" in the next week. What the fuck?! In a week's time, I was going to go from swinging single to Patty and Selma. I haven't lived with anyone in 8 years, how is this going to work? And more importantly where is all of my shit from that room going to go?
So the next week rolls around and my sister comes to look at and measure the room like this is some kind of a showroom. During this time my parents decided that they would build a monster shed in my backyard so I'd have some place to put all of my stuff and my sister's stuff. In less than a week, that shed is done and my sister's move into my house begins.

I've been spending most of this month getting used to having someone in my space. While my sister is really only at my house Monday through Thursday and spends the weekend with her boyfriend, her presence has impacted my life. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy to be able to help out my sister but now I have to plan my sexual adventures; Terry hasn't been over since she moved in. The worse part of her arrival has been all of the cleaning that I've had to do. Going through old boxes and bags, trying to give away or sell anything that I can. And even after that, still being surrounded by things that need to be dealt with. Even as I write this entry, I'm avoiding dealing with two boxes and two bags of stuff. And let's not even begin to talk about what a shambles my bedroom is. All of this cleaning is as annoying as the ShamWow guy.

So far it's been pretty good with my sister around; she's been cleaning the common areas, so that's helpful. But turning things off after her and finding that my food and/or drinks are gone when I come back is extremely annoying. I'm trying to keep an open mind. I'll keep you posted on how it goes.