I Let Go

I am on the final stretch of my Masters Thesis and looked up from my laptop to see this:

 

My desk was a complete mess.   I actually had to make room for my little kitty to set next to me.  

Even the floor behind my chair was a mess.  We had that rug rolled up like that for weeks. 

 

The dining room has our picnic basket from the weekend, mail, and some over-sized flower pots I hope to use.  

Hiding behind the dining table is some stuff Jeff brought back from our trip to the in-laws.  I have no idea what is inside that giant black duffel, but it is very heavy.

 

 

These books are in line to be donated...one day.

The bedroom is even worse:

 

To be honest, my dresser looks like this most of the time, but it was a little worse.

The bed was unmade, I hate that.  I also had bags from our last trip still waiting to be unpacked. 


BUT it was not all me (and I had a very good excuse) my dear hubby was to balme as well. 

Exhibit A:

His side of the bed.

Exhibit B:

Jeff left his ties all over the house.  I finally got him to stop leaving his socks all over, and now the ties.  I will never win. 

I let the house go.  I did not clean for a very long time and it all piled up.  You will be happy to know that today I cleaned, did a million loads of laundry, and have returned my house to some sort of normal state. 

Now if I can just get all my footnotes in order life will be perfect.