I spent the whole of Sunday cleaning out my office, because apparently my hubs thinks my library has exploded in there and taken up the whole space and pushed everyone else out. he didn't really appreciate my reply when I said: "Well, you know what to do - extend the office." (For future notice He is extending my office or I should say building me a room of book cases so all my books are in the one place and not all over the house.)
Why is it when you start rearranging and cleaning crap out, the room gets messier and messier?
I got up early and pulled all the books out of one book case and had them stacked on the kitchen bench and the dining room table and my hubs walks out and goes "Fuck you have a lot of books." which my mum replies with a sarcastic grin, "That's just one book case she has three more to go." (Okay, I admit it - I have a lot of books and they are two deep on every shelf). Em wakes up and takes one look into the room and say: "There's no way in hell I'm getting roped into helping you clean that shit up."
I can tell you right now - " I'm not feeling the love, people." What happened to family loyalty, and lending a helping hand when needed?
Well anyway, the point I was trying to make was - I cleaned my office and now I can't find anything.