I haven’t had anytime to do much of anything that isn’t house related this week and a half. I did knit a little during the Colts game on Monday night. And really that is all I want to do. Something from my normal routine.
but I feel guilty for wanting to. Why?
Because Chris’s house is a wreck. And we should be woring on the house all the time. I mean ALL the time. We should have taken the week of our honeymoon and just stayed at his house completing a ton of stuff. Cause there is something to do in EVERY room.
EVERY ROOM.
I can’t do anyting. I barely have a closet with my clothing in it.
What the F*#K have I gotten myself into?
