My place is a constant mess. We live in a very small apartment, with a lot of stuff. We have a (full) storage unit, all nice and organized, but have a bunch of random junk around. This is our... fourth apartment together (married 5 1/2 years/living together 6). And for some reason, the junk winds up back with us. Surrounded by it. It's mainly boxes and totes full of random items that need to be sorted through. It's like we've never fully unpacked. He and I both are exhausted most days from our jobs, physical ailments, psychological ailments, and well, we're just plain lazy.

Seeing all of this crap around makes me want to scream. I needneedneed to get on it! Fast! I'm home after a recent inpatient psych hospital stint, eight days. I'm trying to make changes because I love a clean home and feel so much better when I look around and see it!