Huge fight #2

Stuff, Stuff, Stuff, Stuff, Stuff, Stuff, Stuff, Stuff, Stuff, Stuff, Stuff, Stuff, Stuff..............no end to it.

Piles upon

Piles upon

Piles upon

Piles upon

Piles.........

Layer after layer after layer after layer after layer after layer after layer.............I can't find the floor.

Social worker calls and wants to know if we are ready for a house visit.

John says "Yes! anytime"  He says our house is in perfect shape.

I started stacking boxes in John's office, so I could see the floor and make a pathway to the computer.

I picked up old, scribbled on paper

15 hats for 2 year olds,

1 barbie slipper size 24 months,

3 broken pencils,

40 copies of a Christmas letter I sent out 5 years ago,

broken parts, pieces, unknown things....

John came home and all hell broke loose.

I      touched       his       office      and      he        was        mad.

No, mad probably wasn't the word...I think it had "heart attack, stroke or possibly brain aneurysm " written all over it. 

Let me make things clear.  I did not touch anything of his.  It was the kids things I was getting rid of. 

Don't think that mattered. 

He isn't talking to me. 

I predicted it. 

This will take a while to blow over.  But......

I still have the courage to take things out to the curb for garbage day tomorrow- after he leaves.

Will we ever get through this house inspection?

To be continued....