I woke up this morning and freaked out. My house is a complete mess. I’m talking a shit show with piles on every available surface.
I immediately turned into the Tasmanian devil, running around picking things up, putting things away, and yelling at Fred, my husband,
How did things get this bad? This is ridiculous.
Honey, the house has been like this for weeks.
As I sat on the edge of the bed, pile of crap in hand, I realized he was right. Between my ten day cold and my trip to Rio, I had let things go and I hadn’t noticed.
And now, I was sitting here completely overwhelmed by it all. But the truth is it took at least a month for us to get here. Realistically it’ll take more than the half hour I have this morning to get us out.