Diary entry from 3/26/09

3 hours, 6 bags. Dumpster is 1/4 full.

Threw out a lot today, and today was the first day I had an allergic reaction to anything in the house. Her bedroom has a dense amount of garbage that I started to sift through but ended up tossing virtually all of it. As I get closer to the carpet, it reeks of dog urine and feces.

Mom did well with chores at my house today. She is still concentrating on the end result of decorating her newly cleaned house, and not on the physical and emotional work ahead.

I am going to have her write down her goals - what she wants to be able to do when her house is clean. Her first thought was to be able to do needlepoint. I am also going to have her start a gratitude journal. Cheesy, but could help as a start to gaining control of her depression.