I can't get my act together and I don't know why

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I think we are twins!  I would post a photo of my desk, but my camera is lost in the mess, and even if I could find the camera, the charging cord has been lost for even longer than the camera, so it wouldn't work anyway.....

I would love to have coffee with you, even standing and looking at the mess   I am blessed with a DH that cleans or I would have been smothered by my own mess long ago......

Deb C

GSG , how dare you come to my house and take pics when I'm not there!lol , I took a pic of my table and hutch to share but my batteries are low and I will quick charge them and show you my creation. Why is it we have so many "mail things" piled. I will have a week without my o/h , think I will try to widdle down my pile this week... or not...

Patrice, you have made my day!  I should take a pic of my den and send it.  LOL  It was "clean" before the kids came for a visit last weekend.  Now it looks like crap.  AND, I can't even blame it on them.  BTW, your have a beautiful dining room.  But who needs one?  The only entertaining I do is when my kids come home.

Okay, I need to clean the top of my stove.  It's one of those glass tops.  Rice boiled over.  I looked at it and said, I'll do it later.  That's what I said yesterday!

Window treatments!?  Mine all need to come down and be thrown in the trash.  I have four cats and lots of dust.  The combination of cat hair and dust on stuff...I see my cat shake and hair just flies.  Sometimes I feel like throwing them away and never putting another pair.  It's just too much work.

And let's not talk about windows.  I used to do my windows.  USED TO!

Hannab, loved, loved, loved what you wrote.  It was sweet as well as heart breaking.  You are so talented.  AND FUNNY!

Wishiwere, I hope you start feeling better soon.  It's hell being depressed and anxious.  I know.  Just ask me.  But I eventually had to give in and take something.  I think it took me over a year before putting a foreign little round thing in my mouth.  That was way before bc dx.

Cristine, I'm so sorry for what you had to endure.  No child should ever have to go through that.  But I find it great that you can talk about it.  I do believe when you can do that you have been given back the power that had been taken away.

Honeygirl, congratulations on mopping that floor.  I did my a little over a week ago.  And it's sticky all over again.  Between the grandkids and me....LOL  I hope I didn't depress you by letting you know it's just gonna get all dirty again.    But it sure feels good when we FINALLY get something accomplished.

Harley, good luck on getting your house cleaned before your mil comes over.

Oh, and I still haven't cleaned my ring.  I tried to scrape some of the flour off.  I need to soak it.  Is that lazy or what!?

Shirley

Shirley , I have a cat too. Don't you just love sweeping the floor , and the sun is shining in the window and you can see all the cat hair floating in the air?!

g - OK, I have your current dining room but you would have to fill up each corner AND the sideboard with piles of stuff to beat me. 

And what IS it with all the mail and paper that makes up most of the piles?  A zillion insurance benefits summaries and medical bills I don't want to see plus the usual junk.  When the table gets too full to hold it, the paper and mail ends up on the sideboard, or on the chairs beside the sideboard.  I am not kidding. I would win this mess contest. 

Then, ok Shirley you say you have a messy den, well I have that too. You can't even see what kind of wood the desk is made of and you can't tell by the drawers because there are things piled up in front of the drawers like a lamp base with no shade from the doggone WalMart that the 3-way twist knob broke and just spins around, but I just can't let it go cause it was from before last year.  Then there's an entire unbuilt bookcase laying on the floor still unopened in its box and its one of those build it yourself things about 80 inches tall. At this point if it has a defect I couldn't even return it cause the receipt is who knows where and the expiration date is long past.  I bought it before my 2nd and 3rd dx last year.  Before that I would have built it no problem, but now it is just something everybody steps over who tries to get into the family room.  

Then there's the powder room toilet that only needs one of those things inside the tank to stop it from constant running so the dh just turned off the water to it and there the toilet sits and nobody can sit on it because I always do all the plumbing repairs and just can't get it done. I really can't make it deep into the Home Depot or Lowes anymore to find the part.  I even hate grocery stores now. I'd rather go to a quick-mart or the drugstore and I found a drugstore with a drive-thru so you know that's the one I go to.  

Before, I would never let things get out of hand, but now I look around then look away.  I'm somebody they ought to do a documentary on. I could make the whole world feel better about their own mess.  I need to be rescued by that Ty Pennington guy and Dr. Phil both of them together in one show, but then I'd have to go in front of cameras again and cry about how thankful I am and you all know I can't do that.  I'd rather hide in a closet. I mean, they couldn't take my kids away from me because that's all I care about and I do a good job with them.  I'd lay down in front of a freight train for them.  I take care of the animals too.  But when I go to doctors or the school, I get dressed up (only times I do) so they don't know what's really going on with me either and they all think my head is screwed on just fine.  I asked my onco for some kind of antidepressant and he doesn't think I'm depressed.  I must be a good actress on the outside.  Plus I'm not even done yet with the whole bc thing until the next ps surgery and I have even more decisions to make about that and I won't even bother getting into that mess here but I just want it all DONE DONE DONE and OVER WITH.  

Did you get the flour off your ring yet Shirley?      

Well I didn't mean to say it twice..

Oh, and I hope your son doesn't decide to grow up to be a gypsy like my kids are dreaming of.  Yep, I'm happy for them...no grandkids from them...that sucks!  And I had three daughters who were supposed to be producers.  Only one has produced. 

Oh, yes, Honeygirl.  Those sweet little innocent cats.  I even have hepa filters.  You know what the filters do?  The blow dust onto the ceiling.  I swear they do!  And I have those stupid popcorn ceiling where WHEN I try to vacuum them some of the paint falls off if you're not careful. 

Shirley

Well, Patrice, he better get busy.  You need at least one grandchild!

At least your taking a shower.  Hmmm..I guess I should do that also.

Oh my God you girls are a piece of work!!!  

Oh g I have always wanted permission to be eccentric!  To be able to walk around outside in my PJ bottoms with nylons and men's boat shoes and not give a hoot.  You must mentor me!   And you have a son who hasn't produced anything that you know of yet. LOL. Just wait, in 10 years someone might be standing at your door with a big smile going GRANDMA!! 

Shirley, I don't have the money to shop till my house is filled to the brim so I guess I won't make it to Oprah. Mine is just full of bills.

The only thing I want to buy right now is a real true martini glass.  I don't even know what goes in them, but I just want to walk around the house holding a long stemmed martini glass with a bunch of olives floating in it and answer my front door with it.  I am going to buy this glass TODAY.  I'll write back about it later...... 

Oh, Patrice, I saw the before and after...looks like my desk. #2 daughter just asked me what was so funny.

If I hadn't finished rads 3 months ago, maybe I wouldn't feel so guilty.

So we're moving the dining room table into the garage. #2D comes running out. "Enzo (the old pug) just pooped on the floor (decking) in the dining room! I went out there and he just did it! And when I smacked him on his butt, there was still poop. And butt nuggets!!"

10 minutes later, I went into the house. She's practicing her french horn....and the dog poop is still on the floor. FTLOG, why???

And Isabella, if you didn't live across the sea, I'd swear we shared a cleaning woman. I have to check the recycle bin after she's left to make sure she didn't toss something important. If it didn't mean that one day every two weeks the house is presentable, I'd let her go. At least that one day life looks good.