Our house is full of people. 16 people to be exact. And they're all staying here. I love it and hate it all at the same time. It' hard for me when somebody stays here because I'm a very "in it's place" kind of person. NOTHING is "in it's place". I'm trying. Lord knows I'm trying. I'm trying to just not pay attention when somebody spills a whole Dr. Pepper on the floor. Or I pick a for real (HUGE) boogar off the wall. No kidding. And there's trash everywhere. It's awful. But, I can spend my time walking around cleaning everything up over and over, or I can sit here and blog about it and let everybody else just enjoy themselves with no pressure from me. I've come a long way. A really long way. There was a time when I wouldn't even be able to realistically even see the option of sitting here blogging about it and just leaving it all alone.
David's family is so very different from mine. I mean, I know that they're now my family too, but you know. I'm just stressed out a bit. And I'm frustrated with David.
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