That gives a weird image of a tantrumming house but the truth isn't so funny.
House is disgusting. Repulsive, awful, dirty. I just can't seem to manage it. I used to be able to. Now I'm struggling so much.
I'm talking washing up on the dirty sofa and piles of dirty clothes and crisps trodden in carpet upstairs and bathroom full of clothes and cat wee (thanks cat) and empty bottles and half full bottles of drinks and tin openers in lounge and cobwebs and muck and dirt.
Am i trying to have my child taken off me or something? :)
I semi confided in a friend yesterday who said she had found it hard until she went on ADs.
Is this the answer? When I've taken them in the past I just felt flat but maybe I didn't try the right ones or for long enough.
It's getting me down, it's getting everybody down but it's as if I cant. Sometimes I make some vague attempt to clear some rubble but it barely makes a dent.