I am going insane. And Martin, well Martin doesn't have to live here does he? He comes home around 8pm every night, eats a bit of dinner in the semi-clean kitchen and comes to our room, hops on the computer for a couple hours and goes to bed. In the morning he gets up, makes breakfast in the semi-clean kitchen and comes back to our room to get ready for work, and he's out. Weekends we do our best to get out of the house as a family. Wonder why?
I have to live here, all day, every day!!!!
Please can I just take it all outside and light a match? Why do I have to go through everything and decide what to do with it? It's not important. Most of it is not important at all and if it is, it will be easy to just toss it into a box and throw it in the car and onto the boat.
Before the move got serious everything was in its place. There was still a lot of stuff but it was put away. And now, it's all out. And the walls are crusting in on ol' Olivia. It stinks. It really really stinks.
I'm kind of at my wit's end. I have been throwing stuff away every day and it isn't making a dent. How scary is that?
I need this stuff gone. Now. I can't live like this anymore!
Enough is enough!!
|The worst corner in my house, right in my bedroom.. A lovely sight to wake up to. :(|