Anyone who knows me knows I am a procrastinator and nothing resembling a Martha Stewart. I mean there's no mold around, but I am a clutter queen and rarely make my bed.
This is in contrast to my husband who will put up with clutter but does best in the OCD clean house he grew up in, and is pretty good at housecleaning actually.
I've been crying on and off all day because I am not impressed with the State of the House nor am I impressed with my lack of physical ability to do much about it. My slow pace infuriates me.
I have also been basically insinuating my husband has done nothing (not true, he helped me go through tons of heavy books and did lots of physical labour all day yesterday for me) and is lazy and chastising him for not helping me more.
Mmmm. Nesting.
This is in contrast to my husband who will put up with clutter but does best in the OCD clean house he grew up in, and is pretty good at housecleaning actually.
I've been crying on and off all day because I am not impressed with the State of the House nor am I impressed with my lack of physical ability to do much about it. My slow pace infuriates me.
I have also been basically insinuating my husband has done nothing (not true, he helped me go through tons of heavy books and did lots of physical labour all day yesterday for me) and is lazy and chastising him for not helping me more.
Mmmm. Nesting.