My house is a disaster at the moment, and I'm starting to have OMG I'm bringing a baby into this house panic. And at the same time I don't have much energy to do anything about it.

Can someone remind me to not ever run out of all the things again? It's too fucking exhausting to drag all the things into the house. I went to Trader Joe's today, and I forgot to look for the beet hummus.

Our house is dirty enough that one of Matilda's playmates companions shamefully noted it.

"You guys have a really messy house! You should clean it up."

My apartment is currently only dysphoria dirty, not depression dirty.

Man, I'd like to get back to dysphoria dirty.

with an added side of having a dog who produces enough fur to make a new dog every month.

LOVE our pets, but I want to shave them. SO MUCH.

Our house is dirty enough that one of Matilda's playmates companions shamefully noted it.

This is why we don't have people over. Friends of ours recently bought a house only 4 doors down, and we haven't had them over (but we did take them out to dinner, because we aren't total jerks).

flea has seen our house once, when it was straightened up for company, and even then I have no doubt the overall impression was So! Much! Stuff! (although we did vacuum up the pet hair).

"You guys have a really messy house! You should clean it up."

It would be a long time before said child would be allowed back into my home.

I don't entertain nearly as often as I would like to because of the mess. We have thessaly and Victor over every once in a while after a whirlwind clean up and knowing they're not the judgmental type.

with an added side of having a dog who produces enough fur to make a new dog every month.

Three shedding little beasts. Everything I own is covered with a fine layer of dust and cat hair. I brush the fluffier ones but they just make more. The cat hair bothers me much less than the disorganized mess I make myself, though.

I prefer my surroundings to be in good order, but living with people, pets, and time constraints, often makes that difficult, or impossible. Thing is, my mother and sisters are pretty much disorganized messes, so I am used to it and it doesn't bother me all that much. If I am on my own, then stuff is in order. If I am in a caring mood I will keep up after the guys and dog, if not then it can wait until I do care. Spoons are limited and sometimes often a book or tv show are more important.

"You guys have a really messy house! You should clean it up."

I've had kids say things like that! I can't even remember my exact response now, but I was amused not upset.

Truly DH#2 cured me of being such a neatnik. (thank you dear one) When we first lived together we would BATTLE over his slovenliness. He would want to dash out to the beach and I would say that I just had to do the dishes first, commence battle. His argument was storm waves, only a couple hours left of light, dishes will still be there later but the opportunity to surf would not. I no longer remember what my argument was because I was clearly wrongheaded. (thank you again dear)

My apartment is reasonably uncluttered right now, but that's because I spent all of last week working on it, because my landlord wants it to be neat when she's showing it to potential new tenants. It did literally take me a week to clean it, though. And it's still not what anyone would call "neat" -- it's just presentable.

The turkey post to add one more BATTLE memory. He had no organization for his clothes. As in no sock drawer or t-shirt drawer. It was all stuffed where it would fit. I argued how could he ever find anything; he argued that no matter what drawer he opened he would find what he needed. Oh Stephen, you were right. (but I still have a sock drawer)