Ha, not really.
But it would be so much cooler if there was. Or maybe not. But I want to blame the condition of my house on something other than me and my family. Sadly there is not one other person I can point the finger at. The house was clean for a minute. I shoved a majority of my mess into the garage, boxes, and closets. I doubt any of us have touched the crap I shoved away, however things are slowly making their way back into the clean spaces.
Stop stuff. You’re not welcome in there. Go back to your home!
I know, I have to have a chat with myself and the fam about that. Stuff doesn’t just walk itself to it’s proper home. But then again, our stuff doesn’t really have a proper home. And here is where my head spins. I have this crazy idea that if I buy more crap to put my loose crap in that I will have a clean space. Unfortunately, I have tried this tactic multiple times only to find I just have more crap. And then I get all depressed and I feel trapped by the crap. It seems like a never ending cycle.
But we all know I am trying. I intend to take control of my out of control life.
I am starting with clean eating and showing my family the benefits.
Wait, I just read that and I suddenly feel like maybe that isn’t the best option. Perhaps cleaning the house and the front yard would be the better option. And then I wonder why I am thinking about the front yard. And then I remember I want to plant a SUCCESSFUL fruit and vegetable garden this year.
And now I am back to wishing I could blame the ghost of a wildebeest (did you know that’s how it’s spelled?) who was hiding in the corner hanging its head in shame for making such a mess of my home.
Today has been a wackadoo day of crazy in my head.