I've been trying to Swedish death clean my whole life, for a while now. Still on that path, but I feel like I'm really getting on top of it. I got told I had 2 months to find a new place, in January, because they were selling, but the new owners signed me up for 2 more years. The panic of being homeless (because there's nothing out there, and it's ridiculously expensive) with kids with severe disabilities, caused a heap of stress. I funnelled that into action and I'm really enjoying having less stuff. I just genuinely haven't had the spare time to cull things in nearly a decade. Things have been crazy.

Y'all, I actually organized the craft room over the weekend! Now I'm thinking of attacking the pantry...

I’m sorting shit with my family this week. Saw one side this past weekend, seeing the other side this week.

My Uncle mentioned how he wished my cousin and I would bury the hatchet and I agree with him! I don’t even know why the fuck she’s been mad at me since we were kids. Well I have an idea, but it’s not something I did, rather it’s someone else’s behavior I’m being held responsible for. Even my Uncle said so. I’m planning on reaching out to cousin and extend an olive branch because I hated seeing that look on my Uncle’s face. I’m ready to let go of the past, I really hope she is too.

I have walls to clean. Unfortunately I left my ADHD medication downstairs. I am upstairs. I have to manufacture some sort of motivation to get up and get my meds so I can function... 😭

Nothing is getting sorted this week due to kidmageddon.

I'm so out of practice at taking care of small kids that my only aim is for us all to survive with all limbs still attached