My unfuckness has fucked off.
Zing that must be so frustrating. May the fleas of a thousand camels infest their underwear drawer.
poachedeggs Speeches are in the bottle with the fart lol.
betterwhenthesunshines as someone working to beat the hoarding fug, those half used notebooks - I would throw all but two out, and have a clearly defined home for them. I am getting to practice what I preach as I have recently ditched two car boots full of yarn. The notebooks are looming for me, but I have a six year old who uses a lot of paper.
All washing up done and put away, so feeling good about that.
Seven years ago I had to completely turn the house upside down when double glazing put in while seven months pregnant and unable to walk. I wasn't able to sort out the baby's room. The house was fucked. I was unable to reach the top story of house for years. As I was limping towards getting a bit better father moved in with us. House was refucked with reorganisation and his stuff. After a couple of years I recently decided that it is no longer worth me sleeping in the living room (long story) and need to move into the 'junk room' which is such a fuck up that Kim and Aggy wouldn't go there. Added to the leaking roof that left black mold there, there are just piles of 'stuff'. So I have a lot of fuckness to sort. At least I am now sleeping in a bed.
I have piles of crud in the kitchen which could do with going into the walk in cupboard, which is blocked by ironing, which has nowhere to go when ironed until I sort out the wardrobes...
I may be here some time. Currently have PMT which can fuck right off.