I've spent the past week of my life in utter turmoil. Mostly because everything in my house has placed in stacks in the middle of my rooms. I haven't been able to really cook or clean or do laundry this whole time because the entire inside of my house was being painted. Every morning I took the dogs to my parents house and then picked them up after work. How you people with kids don't just die of exhaustion, I'll never know. The painters basically finished today and I like that my walls aren't all nasty and dingy. The rest of my house is all nasty and dingy because I've had painters in it for a week, but the walls aren't all nasty and dingy any more. I guess I have a lot of house cleaning in my future. But I was really bummed out when I discovered that they splattered paint all over my shower curtain, tub, sink, and my fantastic 1950s bathroom tile. Then I discovered that most of my blinds have been booby trapped because they fall off on my head when I try to adjust them. It is after 11:00 pm and there is still a huge stack of stuff on my bed. I'm exhausted and I need to go to bed. I'm thinking about crying, but I'm just too fucking tired. Also? It turns out the color I picked for the bedroom looks like shit with my carpet. Yay, me!