My house is a wreck. I mean, wow, it’s bad. It looks like it’s been ransacked and I am not exaggerating. Huge pile of dirty dishes. HUGE HUGE pile of clean clothes that has multiplied and spread all over the living room (yall know how much I love doing laundry). Junk on the kitchen table. Junk on the kitchen counters. Junk on all the floors. UGH! I would DIE, like, fall over DEAD from embarrassment, if anyone popped in on me right now. The problem is that I do not have any time. Between school and work (that’s 7 days a week) and kids (the rest of my imaginary free time), I have no time to clean. I don’t even cook anymore! And if you know me, your mouth is hanging open in shock. When I do have a free minute, I prefer to sleep. My sleep bank account is majorly overdrawn. The Sandman is hanging around me at all times waiting for my daily deposit of shut-eye. And he overpowers me at the most inopportune times, like when I’m in class, to demand payment. So, that being said… I overslept this morning. I turned the alarm off in a half-sleeping stupor. So I didn’t make it to clinical today. My head is killing me but I’m going to clean house today. I need some motivation, though. I mean, other than complete shame over the state of my living quarters. My get-up-and-go got up and went a long time ago. Ok, time to “get off this box”, as my mom says, and get started. I’m taking Hurricane (who has been named The Princess because she loves pink, anything sparkly, and wearing dresses 24/7) to daycare then coming back and getting started. Yes, I am. If you are a friend of mine on Facebook and you haven’t heard from me in another day or two, send out the search party. I might have been eaten by the mountain of laundry and the little munchkins that I imagine live in there lol. Come on, you know they exist. Why else would all of your socks (and undershirts) go missing in the wash?