My House is a Mess

My kitchen is piled high with dirty dishes, recycling that needs to be taken out, and the rotisserie I have to return to my parents.

Wolfling's laundry is on the floor in front of the washer and drier, half blocking the door to the garage.

My beads and beading supplies are all over my dining room table.

I have recycling piled next to my command center desk, and I need to sort my papers.

I have three or four stacks of books on the living room floor.

I have three additional stacks of books on the stairwell, plus assorted other stuff to take upstairs.

I have piles of laundry on my bedroom floor to do, and my bed should be changed.

My parents' air mattress is still on the floor of my upstairs office -- which does not yet look like a consulting space.


And I was doing so well there for a few months. . . .

*sigh