Home

I'm home. My dad and I arrived home last night just before midnight, and it was just after midnight when we got everything moved inside. And then I went on to tackle...my room (dun dun dunn!). There was barely any place for me to put my feet, let alone sleep, so I decided I had a bit of organizing to do before I went to sleep. I started in my closet, and four hours later, I was satisfied enough to call it quits and go to sleep. I don't remember anything until eight hours later when Rob left for his CNA clinicals after noon. Now I'm up and I'm working on getting the house livable. I swear, I don't know why the cockroaches let these people live here! It's a pig sty of disorganized and dirty stuff. Before I even brushed my teeth this morning, I had to reattach one of the doors to the cabinet under the sink. I've just finished in the kitchen - that was a mess. Now it's off to handle the two front rooms and if I've stomach enough, the bathrooms. I really don't know how they live like this. No wonder every time I come home I feel icky and unclean! Look at the house. I'm supposed to be cleaning the yard up today after those gale force winds yesterday blew half a forest of leaves and branches onto our lawns. That may have to wait until tomorrow, after I get the house clean. Bah! Humbug!