I'm excited about leaving because finally it will be just my mother and my father living alone in the house. And my mom will finally have to admit that she makes part of the mess too.
Our house has always been unkempt to the point where sending in a relief effort would not have been entirely out of place. My father is exempt from blame since, being obsessive compulsive, the clutter nearly gives him a brain aneurysm, and he spends many of his free Saturdays straightening out the house because he "enjoys doing it" and "can't handle living here otherwise."
When my sisters and I were younger it was our age that got the blame.
"You try living with three kids, all under the age of 7."
As we got older, it was our age that got the blame.
"Have you ever had teenagers? Gah."
And as each of us left for college, the remaining members would wait to see if the house would suddenly become immaculate, allowing us to pin the blame on the person recently departed.
I drop my mother hints when I straighten up the kitchen (on the off chance my father has not done it already.) I say, "I couldn't clean up a lot of this because I just don't know where it belongs. None of this is my stuff." And she always nods and takes her things and shovels them into a drawer as if she were brushing sand into a garbage can.
And she has admitted that she is messy-- she has come clean on that, at least, but she has not admitted that she is the main person making the house messy, and that is what I need her to realize. If I leave my backpack on the counter, it is "making the kitchen look sloppy" and therefore encouraging her to just "leave her coupons lying around" and "leave her grocery bags lying around" and "leave the contents of her purse lying around." So I am the one at fault here. She is blameless, despite the fact that, in contrast to my father's militarily organized side of the closet, her side looks like someone has either organized a last minute garage sale or robbed a 99 cent store.
I can't wait to someday come home as a visitor from my own apartment; to arrive in the well-known clutter and finally confront my mom about it. To comment on the house's continued state of disarray, only to have her respond, "Well Karen was visiting a couple weeks ago and the house hasn't fully recovered since..."
But I will never be able to move out, so this whole entry is really a moot point.