Confession

Just being honest that:
...right now my life feels out of control.

I'm kicking butt at work and most of the Christmas shopping is done, but boy at home: disaster! I don't EVEN want to go in my to do lists, because those areas of my life.. not rocking out on! I blame it on not being at my apartment much, but really I'm just a mess! Tonight, I walked into my bedroom and find this.

I'm surprised I actually thought to myself, "Oh gosh! How did this happen?!" - as if my cats snuck into my bedroom and had a rowdy party while I was at work today! 

Last night, I'm pretty sure I slept with 2 belts on my bed, and some of those clothes... 

I had to take a picture so I can maybe stop ignoring the chaos and remind myself of my hoarder (in remission!) client and have a goal to not get that way! Ok, so I'm kinda kidding, and it's probably not social worker of me to make light of the psychological trauma true hoarders have to work through.. but still.

You see that picture up there? Not proud of that, but, as of now, that is what my bedroom looks like.

I think tonight instead of cuddling into bed (with all of these clothes) and watching Army Wives, I'll turn on some music and clean. 

Well "tidy", because we know I'm not going to be dusting tonight.