someone i know and love just stopped by the house to say hi. awesome, right?
you'd think so.
but i live in a stye. no, really. my house is a pit. it's a mess. and i hate it.
oh, i don't hate my house. i hate that it's such an effing mess! i'm ashamed that it's a mess.
and i try to keep it clean. but the mess gets away from me. i run the dishwasher at least once a day. i try to remember to put in laundry. i see that the floor needs to be swept but i don't sweep it because i know that less than 10 minutes after i sweep it, it will look just as bad as it does now.
i am so frustrated. and ashamed. who can't keep their house clean? well, i can't.
Another Blast from the Past
3 days ago