That is it really. I have been wading through two days worth of 'stuff' which has emerged all over everywhere while I was at work and I just want to cry. DH had the kids, he is great with them, a hands on Dad but I am spending today clearing it all up yet again. There is stuff just everywhere. I am the only person to ever pick anything up. Not just our kids' stuff (7 and 4) although mostly that. Just so many millions of bits. DH is a handyman so very capable im theory but he has a blind spot when it comes to ever picking any sodding thing up! And you would think being handy at DIY was a good thing only it only ever seems to be for other people! When I see yet another cupboard open with lightbulbs and screws and plastic bags of 'bits' all over the floor not put away, or another pile of fucking nails on the shelf or another paintbrush in the sink or trip over some input away bit of not quite yet put up shelves in the hallway I just want to move out. I shouldn't moan, I have a happy life but my house makes me feel ill.
Sorry for a very negative rant!