Confession Time!

I’m a mess! Hence the name of my blog. I’m completely fine with being a mess, as long as I’m not a dirty mess. However, I have to say that I am going out of my mind. Even I can’t take it anymore. With adding another child in the mix here I think that we are finally in way over our heads…or at least I am in WAY over my head! 

I can’t find anything! My husband will joke and say, “there’s where it’s supposed to go, there’s where it probably is and then there’s where Messy put it.” Well, I’ve put everything where everything is not supposed to go! I can’t spend hours trying to shoes or a paper or a bow! I have got to get control over this MESS!

Anyone else ever feel like they are being buried? We don’t even have an empty place to start a new pile of stuff to go through later. ARGH!!!!

So what am I going to do you ask. I am going to sit in the corner and cry! I don’t have time to clean up this mess, especially since I can’t find it in my heart to break FB’s heart and not hold her when I’m within site. I can’t expect the 5 year old to hold her and carry her around while I clean. I can’t expect a 4 or 5 year old to clean this place, their rooms sure but the rest of this mess is on me. Images of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory come to my mind when I think of them cleaning the house.  Gene Wilder's Willy Wonka , not the creepy one Johnny Depp played. 

I’d love some tips. Hiring someone is out of the question. Along with the mounds of a mess that we are buried under, we are also buried under mounds of debt. I wonder sometimes does anyone else ever feel this way, like your are backed into a corner and your messy house is going to swallow you whole?