Why my house looks like that…still…

When my kids are here it’s too loud and chaotic to clean, but when they’re gone I’m too lonely and depressed to do anything useful and I end up avoiding my responsibilities and trying to rope people into talking on the phone with me instead of working. Fuck it, I’m going to drink a couple of Fat Tires and go to bed way too early like a big loser and hope that the motivation faery visits me in the night…