Coming Out of the Closet

This, is my dirty little secret...It's not pretty, and it has been hiding behind closed doors ever since we moved to the townhouse. Yep, this is all the crap we didn't feel like dealing with after the move. We just stacked it all in the downstairs closet, shut the door and never looked at it again.
After the knock down drag out fight discussion Husband and I had the other day, I needed to make some changes. I won't bore you with the familial details of the battle royal conversation, but if you boil out all the the family dynamics, we had an argument small disagreement about where the cat litter box should go. Again, this is really...really watered down. Soooo, I set out to rid our home of our dirty little secret. The result, tah-dah!!!!" Holy, I deserve a big ole' bucket of kettle corn for this one, Batman! You can't even see the cat box (it's tucked away in the corner. Wow do I feel a weight has lifted after sorting through and getting rid of all this junk! Husband is in shock that I weeded all this out (yes, he owes me big time). Yay me!!!

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Poor Poor Pitiful Me...

Did you ever get so pissed off that you can't see straight...let alone make sense? Husband just made me so mad today!!! I can't go into detail, it's family stuff, and that is one of the downsides to everyone having access to your blog...but, it is my blog so I am going to rant a bit. It just seems that I am the only one who bends. Everyone else marches merrily along in happy land, and I trudge along behind cleaning up after everyone! I know this isn't making sense, but I am just sick to death of it! Sick, sick, sick! Does it ever seem that way to you, or am I the only one who seems to have found themself in this boat?

To top off my extra special crappy day...I found out that I am hosting a playgroup tomorrow for 10 people! Well, that is just fan-friggin-tastic! It's my own d*mn fault, I volunteered like two months ago, and then promptly forgot about it until just now...figures! Just when I think the load can't get any heavier...plop, right square on my shoulders. Let's all sing at once shall we...."Poor, poor, pitiful me. Poor, poor pitiful me..."

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