Why Isn't It Friday Yet?

It's strange, I have too much to do most days and I keep hoping for a few more hours in each day to get my crap done, lol, and yet, I'm dying for the weekend. Most ironic about the weekend is that is usually when the house becomes the utter disaster it takes a complete week to clean.

Clearly I'm masochistic.

I'm also determined to find a combination for my bedroom that will work and not drive my husband crazy. Sadly, this includes sorting 8 million socks and putting stuff away where no one can ...