My family is comprised of idiot slobs. OK, they aren't idiots, they have in the past on occasion shown glimmers of intelligence.
I usually try to clean my house once a week. It may not be all in one day, but typically each room in my home gets cleaned once a week. This week, today was pretty much the emptiest schedule I've had, and will have, so I dug in. I spent 9 hours shuttling kids to swim lessons, doc appointments, and doing laundry and house cleaning (to include shampooing carpets in 3 of the 5 rooms I wanted to get done today).
At 5:45 I left my house to take #1 to swim team practice. The kitchen was clean (except for the floor to be mopped), both bathrooms clean, living room clean, 1 of the 3 kids rooms clean and my room clean. I arrived home at a little after 10:30. Laundry, dishes and various "stuff" seems to have exploded in my kitchen. Goldfish (the crackers) are crunched all over the kitchen floor. I'm having a difficult time just finding the floor in the living room. I'm afraid to look at the rest of the house.
I know hubby is not completely to blame. He was home for about an hour after I left before he brought #3 to me at the & while he and #2 had Tae Kwon Do. I brought #1 & #3 home at roughly 7:25 (I only saw part of the kitchen, all looked normal at that time). That leaves #1 & #3 here alone, with my begging and threatening them to clean up after themselves and not make a mess, for about an hour and a half before hubby and #2 got home.
I am SO tempted to wake those four males up and make them clean this shit up. I really would like to scream and throw something, preferrably with breakage as a result. That could be due to the fact that I've been out of my antidepressant for over a month and have not been able to find a time when hubby can stay home with the kids so I can go to the doc and get a refill. Right now, my un-medicated self would really like to scream, and throw a tantrum and totally trash the house, waking up hubby and making sure he is crystal clear on why I am so bent out of shape right now.
I'm even starting to think about the various amounts of damage I could do with some of his power tools out in the shed. His truck could use a sun roof, right?
OK, I need to calm down or I will never get to sleep tonight. I also need to find some St. John's Wort to try to tide me over until I can get my meds.
Of course, I would prefer Prozac, but beggars can't be choosers.