Ugh is for yuck! the table I now use to place the junk that inevitably falls on the kitchen table is an eye sore. Mostly for me since its in my PC room. So far its working well for me . BUT as for the hubby-no way. Seems he can't be bothered.
Argh- I am so grumpy about all this mess & I'm becoming verrrrrry vocal. We are trying to sell a house which is so much stress we are about to rip each others hair out over all the stuff we "think" needs to be done. I'm handicapped so I can't scrub anything for the pain. So I can't manage 2 messes, 1 here & 1 over there. It's hard to want something immaculate & have no power to get it done. SO I am a crab!
Oh well- Sort fits into my "No one will die" category. The famous shelf with no home still doesn't have one. No one will die if they buy a home with mismatched light covers & a dusty ceiling fan. Nor will I, from having no home for shelf I bought almost a month ago. I 'd rather keep my marriage in tact than to keep up the frantic hysterics that have been going on here about cleaning & fixing.
