My house is a disaster. Hubby's idea of cleaning is to make piles, so there were neat little piles of stuff everywhere. Then Miss KT needed something, or the dog was playing, or the panthers were fighting, and the piles get scattered. You practically need knee pads and shin guards to walk through the living room. Miss KT does the laundry, which I do appreciate, but she makes off-balance stacks on the bed with the clean clothes, that get knocked over by the dog playing, the panthers fighting...and then Hubby piles the whole mess on his dresser, so I get to sort it, fold it, and attempt to put it away after it's been in a wrinkly mess for however long. And the kitchen. Miss KT did some baking Christmas Eve, and I finally got her to wash the bowl that's full of water and cookie dough scrapings TODAY. Two plates have been broken, who knows how, there's a pan with something unidentifiable and greasy in it, the garbage can is overflowing, and so is the cardboard etc., because our city now recycles. Why am I the only one genetically capable of doing dishes? The bathroom that I started painting two summers ago, before my first knee surgery, is still not finished. I would finish, except that I have been expressly forbidden to stand on anything but a stepladder (after breaking my leg falling off an ottoman I was standing on to paint Miss KT's room), and the stepladder doesn't fit where I need to paint. I collect ceramic masks, and several of them have music boxes. The toy panthers have learned to pull the string with their evil little teeth, so the music plays. Miss KT's demon panther has knocked over the Christmas tree TWICE this afternoon, and now the lights don't work. I would put the ornaments away, and take the tree down, but Hubby put the ornament bin somewhere, and I don't feel like checking three storage sheds and the garage to find it right now. I need to sort clothes and get new ones for work. Since I usually work at different schools, it doesn't matter if I wear the same thing two or three days in a row. My habit of "come home, do some laundry, go to work" had to change when I was at the same place for five days. I don't even know what I have, and there's a rolling rack of Hubby's clothes in front of the closet that breaks dramatically whenever I try to move it. There's also no place to move it to, because our bedroom is basically a hallway leading to the bathroom and Miss KT's bedroom. And then we have Hubby's impending layoff on Jan. 4, no health insurance after Jan. 31, which means no medications for any of us unless we can afford COBRA. What a joy THAT will be... I don't even know where to start with this. I am so overwhelmed I get tired just thinking about everything I need to do. If you made it this far...thanks.