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Saturday Night Social: The Night Belongs To Donna Lewis

Oh yeah. Oh fuck yeah. We're definitely going there tonight. Say it, say it again.


Alright folks, let's go all the way back to (not really all that long ago, but) 1996 for this earwig from Welsh sweetheart Donna Lewis, who as far as 90s soft rock/dream pop-ish one hit wonder women go, I prefer to Natalie Imbruglia. I'm just being real (I'm being 45% real), there are very few things in this world that bring more meaning to life than when that beat drops 37 seconds into the song. And I'm not at all sorry that you will most likely be driven to madness trying to get this sugary-ass song out of your head. FEEL IT. EVERYWHERE I WILL BE WITH YOU.

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Created a burner because I regularly post under a different name...

My husband and I are expecting a child later this year. We're ecstatic. His parents are ecstatic. My mom is ecstatic. And therein is the problem.

My mom has become a hoarder in the past 6-7 years since my father passed away. He had tons of eccentric collections, and then after he died, she's just left them in their respective rooms. She also refuses to throw things away, including piles of old magazines and newspapers, relics from my childhood and my siblings', and it leaves at least three rooms that currently cannot even be entered. It wasn't like this 15 years ago when I still lived at home, so it's depressing to see my childhood home turn into a garbage heap. It's also embarrassing to the nth degree, and I am so thankful that my husband has rolled with the punches.

But now with a baby on the way, it's a bigger issue. It's a safety issue. And my husband and I have made a decision that when the baby arrives, he won't be going to my mom's house because of the hoarding. I just cannot have something happen to my child due a pile toppling over or something toxic having not been cleaned up,

Jezzies, how do I tell my mom? It's going to break her heart. We've tried helping clean up in the past, but she doesn't want to throw anything out so it ultimately ends with everyone being frustrated. I just want to show up one day with a dumpster and get rid of it all. I really need help with this. It's stressing me out and I don't want to ruin my relationship with her but I also have to protect my baby.