How am I suppose to keep up with things? I get up, I work, I come home and find something for dinner, tonight a quick trip to the grocery store and then I'm home and pooped by 8:30. I just want to go to sleep, I don't want to work on reading up the house.

I swear, if I ever get the house to a decent shape I will spring for a cleaning service every week to keep it up. But it's that first part that seems daunting, at best. I swear, despite all of the purging I've done in the past year there is still so much taking its place. My ever expanding waist line isn't going to cure itself either, but that's a whole other block of hours that seem elusive.