Feeling really sorry for myself. House is a tip.Crap piled up everywhere. Two year old, dog and husband adding to it. I never finish a job, I start, get annoyed then just leave it and it all piles up again.
I keep the toilet clean but everything else is dusty and dirty.
Picture the scene, pictures still not hung after three years, bags of stuff, papers that need filing. Dirty mugs all over, stuff just piled in every room, tea bags muliplyjng, crumbs on table that are never wiped up.
Sorry it sounds grim and lazy but I work almost full time and just feel so down.
I've tried all the one room at a time, thriwing out junk, flylady,but cannot bear any of that now. I've just calmly said to my husband that we'll just live like this then and ill stop getting so bloody down about it. I could cry or kick off big time, I just hate being 'home' . I feel like throwing it into big boxes and setting fire to it (not indoors).
When I know friends are coming i end up getting up at five to clean as best I can, run atound like a headless chicken, throw crap into boxes and pile it up into other unseen rooms (again adding to more crap everywhere)
Be gentle, things are shit, anyone else like this?