Do people who live in squalor know it? Do compulsive hoarders know they have a problem?
Should I talk to someone about these pictures?
Maybe I’m just not organized enough. People think I am. Ha ha I have them fooled right?
Afternoons are rough. The boys come home and backpacks explode everywhere. Gwen darts through the house playing as fast and hard as she can kind of hoping I can’t find her for her nap. I always do. The more chaotic the house and the kids are the lower my blood sugar seems to be. Today it was 49. Good heavens. I can’t control the mess when I’m a sweating shaking mess myself binging on whatever I can find. Cold cereal today. Now to tackle my house. Oh heaven help me!