A semi-clean house sounds pretty good, now.

I was working for a year and my house seems to have been hit by a tornado, in the meantime. I didn't even notice, while I was working and now I'm slowly cleaning and repairing everything and just cringing.

I had those pants waiting to be repaired since last summer. I just stopped seeing them, at some point.

And some of the bureau drawers are so stuffed with paper and crap that I can't open them. I kept buying scissors and pens because we couldn't find scissors and pens and I bet there are now a gazillion scissors and pens in those drawers.

And we're eating real food every day, again. I put on over 20 lbs while working. I was so exhausted that I just ate constantly. As soon as I stopped working, the cravings disappeared and I could sleep, again. I was eating myself to death and drinking two glasses of wine every night, just to fall asleep.

I'm so depressed looking at the mess. How could I let everything decay like that? I was like a zombie.