My son's clutter makes me furious because it takes so much effort to clean, and then he junks it up again in like a minute. His messes are about 90% of my explosions. I hate it all. My mood is so much more pleasant if my house is clean, but it almost never is.

My oven broke Thursday, and I haven't called the rental office to get it fixed because my house is a mess. The anxiety of both having to clean and having a broken oven is killing me.