tidy my house

If you saw the inside of my house you would not believe your eyes!
It makes the local tip look like the inside of the Carrington mansion!
And I don’t have the excuse of being at work during the day!

I have a small child (21 months), work 30 hours per week and try my best with the house but just can’t keep it tidy or clean it regularly. There is always something to do and not enough hours in the day!! When I visit other people’s houses they’re always clean and tidy! How do they do it?? They must have 27 hours in a day or something. Am I destined to live in a pigsty for the rest of my life or will things get easier??

I cleared it up chucked out heaps now to keep it going

Christmas and birthdays sabotage any attempt to keep a tidy house. I may give up on this. It gives me so much stress but it’s a losing battle.

dear god, but it never ends.
I can’t see the surface of my desk anymore. How am I supposed to get my work done?
Help!

It just keeps on mounting up. I’m really good at putting things into neat piles, but they get bigger and bigger and bigger, then I just move them somewhere different. I wish I could chuck stuff out and be all minimalist and clutter free, but I was born a hoarder. My friends think my house looks okay, all homely and full of great stuff, but it drives me crazy! Every so often, I have a big frenzy, my husband and me will do the whole house, but it only seems to last for a few days. How does it happen?

Whilst my dad is way I am left alone in the house. Not a problem but I have let the house get untidy. I will have to clean it before Friday as on Friday I depart for newcastle until thursday when my dad gets back. Should be simple enough. today is Wednesday. I’ll do it tomorrow. I have coursework to do tonight.

Winston Churchill likened depression to a black dog. One day, it would walk into his room, stand in the corner, and there was very little he could do to get rid of it.

I used to have proper depression, although I’ve been ‘clear’ now for seven years. However, I have noticed a creeping shadow come into my life over the last couple of years. The recent documentary about Stephen Fry’s manic depression on BBC TV helped crystallize where I’m at: I don’t have Depression with a capital D, but there is something in the corner of my room that I need to be aware of. I am in a ‘depressive episode’, with lethary, anxiety attacks but no thoughts of sucide. I am not in the midst of a proper depression (and believe me, I know what proper depression feels like).

I suppose this is just an excuse to tell myself that, for now, keeping a tidy house doesn’t matter. I need to concentrate on my health, to give my body the energy to fight the malaise.

I will keep ‘Tidy My House’ on my 43 Things list. But in the meantime, I have a “black dog” to look after. It’s a small dog, thankfully, but it’s something I need to keep in check.

Either my vacuum cleaner isn’t working or my cat is shedding her hair more than ever.

She turned 17 two weeks ago and is still as young-minded and active as ever. We’ve had a hot spell here in the UK, and she’s throwing her hair all over the place!

My bedroom floor is covered and no matter how much I vac, I can still see hair.

Gaah!

Edit: My beautiful, hair-shedding cat died two and a half years after this post. And despite living without her, I still keep coming across hairs! :)

Our house is a permanent pigsty. It drives me mad but it’s an uphill struggle. We have lost a lot of stuff over the last few months, which is great, but we need to lose so much more.