I just can't take the mess in this house anymore. I want to firebomb it. I have been at this point many, many times before. I usually get over it and carry on with the relentless cleaning, but I'm starting to feel like I can't physically carry on.
We've just had the week from hell where our kitchen drains had blocked so I had no sink to wash up in and no washing machine. Pete was my knight in shining armour, bless him, and managed to fix it yesterday. I now have 20 loads of laundry to do to catch up, and it's raining outside so I can't get it dry. We have no clean uniforms for school tomorrow.
The boys do nothing. I can barely get them to put their dirty dinner plates in the kitchen, let alone actually help. People spill things on the floor and either leave them, or think putting a bit of a squirt of a spray on it will do. So it builds up to the point where I need to spend 5 hours on my hands and knees with the carpet cleaning machine scrubbing, which is what I'll be doing tomorrow when I should be writing a 1200 word assignment due on Thursday. Socks get left all over the floor, and I can no longer bend over to pick them up. I can't get the hoover upstairs on my own any more, so haven't bothered in about 10 weeks. No-one has noticed.
I am very tempted to call in sick at work as I just feel overwhelmed with it all, and just want to stay in bed, but two other people are off sick, so as usual I'll just have to carry on regardless.