Because this is what my house looks like.
I know I've mentioned my eternal busy-ness before. But I'm starting to feel like it's a real impediment, like a disorder or something. I'm kind of paralyzed with overwhelmed-ness.
Is this a Fragile X gene-carrier thing? I don't know, and I'm pretty sure I can't concentrate long enough to look into it.
Well, no point in blogging and whining about it. Might as well get up and try to assume some control of the house before therapy begins this afternoon, so that our therapists won't think I'm auditioning for Hoarders.
You Can't Do It Alone
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