My mind is all over the place lately. I blame it on the little piles. My house is filled with stacks of books or toys or laundry. It's like a nightmarish game of jenga in here. One false move and the whole place will fall down.
Some people flourish in clutter. I am not one of those people. Chaos causes me to shut down. If I could ignore the mess away my house would be spotless. Instead I am left with more clumps of crap. It doesn't bother my husband at all. That is until he has to fix dinner or something and then he wants to shove everything on the floor. I understand that feeling completely. Somedays I just want to run around my house with my arms out clearing off every surface.
Yet chaos begets more chaos. Messy house...messy mind. It's a neverending struggle between cleaning and me time. For instance right now I could be cleaning instead of complaining but then I wouldn't get this selfish moment to work my brain.
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