I am a prolific poster but I have namechanged for this because I am sooooooo mortified.
Five years ago DH & I extended our house and built ourselves a beee-yooo-tiful new bedroom, walk-in closet and en suite. It was like something in a boutique hotel.
Today, it looks like a squalid hell-hole. Here is what's wrong with it:
- along one wall is DD's old mattress which we were keeping for DS2's 'big boy's bed' which we haven't bought yet.
- the tub chair in the corner is now invisible (really) due to a mountain of clothes of mine, some of which are winter clothes I haven't worn in months, also random stuff like outgrown bobble hats belonging to the DCs.
- under the bookcase is a sort of mesh of cables, leads and chargers for stuff that I don't even remember what they're for, iyswim.
- there are papers and magazines all over the floor.
- there is a pile nearly as big as DS2 (who is 3) of unopened bank statements etc.
- the cream carpet is covered in a sort of horrible webby mat of mohair from the mohair throw, interwoven with mine and DD's long brown hair.
- the bedlinen is fundamentally clean, but has old faded bloodstains from when DH had his wisdom teeth out and bled all over it.
- in the corner is a big bag containing lovely new replacement bed linen which we agreed we wouldn't put on the bed until we'd 'done something' about the room.
- the walk in wardrobe.... the dust, the dust, the dust.
10. the en suite is as appalling as you are no doubt envisaging.
It makes me want to cry whenever I see it, and I've got to the stage where even when my mum comes to stay I won't let her in there.
The rest of my house is reasonably OK, but this room is so badly beyond my control that I don't even know where to start to fix it. And because with three kids and two jobs I have hardly any time, I know that I'll never have a clear run at it so I don't ever even start.
Please, please, please perfect housewives, please help me sort it out. Is it any wonder we hardly have sex anymore?!