Hoarders is like a train wreck- fascinating, devastating, and you just can't look away. Something I learned this week was the existence of Adult Protective Services. Of course I've heard of CPS, and I've been mildly concerned that this blog would somehow get me reported to them. But APS was something new to me. I'm not sure if they exist in California or not, but if they do, I would respectfully request that someone report Not Blessed Mama to them for assistance.
I've been in pain, miserable, barely eating all week- stuck on the couch in the same dirty clothes. The house is going to shambles around me. I really think I deserve better than this. I think someone should be fawning over me, serving me meals and bringing me People magazine (other quality reading material, like The Enquirer, may be substituted). I mean, I am such a wonderful mother and person. Always giving- giving, giving, giving. And then in my hour of need, look at me. Just look at me!
If you are unable to contact APS, you may feel free to drop off any donations of food, DVD's, narcotics and dry shampoo to the Not Blessed residence. They would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.