I've been sick the past couple of days and I think I should have just stayed in bed today. I probably wouldn't be weeping like a toddler, sucking back snot, with guinea pig fur all over my clothes sitting in my car in the rain outside the guitar teacher's house.
I've had 4 large plastic tubs lined up in our hallway for about 4 weeks waiting for my husband to put them in the attic. He's not lazy, just busy. Because of the 4 large tubs there is a very narrow path by which you can get up and down the hallway. And there is a bookcase in the hallway too. That's mine. I moved it out of my daughter's bedroom about 3 months ago with intentions of finding it a permanent home. But it's sat in the hallway instead. My husband put the turd infested guinea pig cage into the hallway on top of the plastic tubs about 4 days ago. He said it smelled too bad for it to stay in our daughter's room. So his good idea was to really reinforce the concept of squalor. I swear to you if you walked into our house you'd think you were on the set of an episode of Hoarders.
Probably because I'm sick and not thinking rationally, I chose today as the day to clean out the guinea pig's cage. There were more turds than bedding in the bottom of the cage. Those things are just poop factories. Because it smelled so bad in her room, I decided the thing needs to go in a common room-more open space to disperse the odor. The problem is the current arrangement of the furniture doesn't allow for guinea pig cage placement. So I decided to start rearranging major pieces of furniture and thus the tears. Now I no longer have just a nasty guinea pig cage to deal with but I have chairs huddled together in the TV room and a piano in the dining room and tumble weeds of dog hair that have been unearthed and suddenly I feel like my home is not fit for humans and I'm just an imposter...a slob and CPS and the SPCA are gonna come remove my kids and animals and I'm gonna become part of the homeless community living under 610 fighting over discarded cigarette butts.
I probably need to go back to bed (if I can find it) and start again tomorrow.
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