scratching and biting

well.

I feel better.

I actually had time for a melt down on Friday night and then got up "early" on Saturday and cleaned the whole day.... with hubby's help. We got 3 and a half rooms done before we called it quits at 8 pm. Jim even helped before he went to work.



We completely tore down the bathroom, living room and dining room and vacummed and dusted every surface and the result was peace.



My home is my only refuge and when that is in shambles I stand on shaky ground. And now hubby realizes what it really means to clean and what it really feels like to enjoy a house you just cleaned (even thought it's not the whole house). We are still cleaning but not the all out brute force we did on Saturday. I'm trying to maintain while he takes on other rooms.



Sunday was a great day.



Finally, Hubby and I have agreed that it's time to charge Jim rent. I get so pissed because we work so much and he has a part time job and has no worries. It's like housing a teenager. He's into street racing now and that angers me. I really thought that jail would cure him of that. I know that charging him rent won't stop that but at least I won't feel like he's taking advantage of our kindness. I really wish he would grow up and move out. I love him, but I didn't sign up for a room-mate.



Today, I feel good. I'm happy for that.