SQUALOR

Pretty much the only way I can get myself to clean the house is to invite someone over and then do it in panic-mode. So I invited people over. In like 2.5 hours. CRAP. WHY AREN'T I PANICKING YET I REALLY SHOULD BE. START CLEANING, ME!! We've got freaking ants in the living room, dirt all over the floor from an aloe plant the cats toppled in protest so many times it finally kicked the bucket, assorted paper trash and grocery bags and recyclables and other nonsense everywhere, and a fine layer of cat hair and scattered cat litter on everything, of course.

How's the squalor sitch with you lovely people?