MPH

My Personal Hell.


What I am about to share with you, is shameful. No, not shameful. I'm not ashamed, annoyed is better.

I swore I would never be like my parents. This has been going on for nearly a month now. I have another 22 years before I'm my parents. I have a month. I will not start the semester with this mess.



This is the current state of my office, my oasis.





My Personal Hell.

What you don't see is a closet with 6 boxes in it and more random piles of crap. We've lived here 3 1/2 months, I swore I'd be all unpacked within 1.

The only comfort I find, is that it has not looked like this for all of the 3 1/2 months, just recently. Starting today, I'm taking the Flylady core principle and spending 15 minutes a day working in there. I guarantee that I will end up spending an hour straight in there. I will get it done. Day by day. I miss my oasis. My little bit of the world that no one can claim but me.

Okay, so my husband makes use of it occasionally, but his favorite office space is in front of the TV with the laptop on his lap.

I know the mess really isn't even all that bad. I grew up having to make paths through the rooms. Door to bed, door to couch, etc.

I think I am just upset I let it get this bad for no reason. I know I have OCD, I know that's part of it.

Ending now, before I go into mini-rant mode. :D

I'm very proud of myself for posting the picture. Took a lot of effort to do so.

Have a happy hump day!