Happy Home, Happy ____.

If I dared to show a home tour with OUR current mess, well, that would be beyond embarrassing. I get home tired and usually rest a bit before getting back up and making breakfast almost everyday. Some days, I am extra tired and tend to lounge in the living room longer. And longer. And longer. Until, wait, it's dinner time? Wait, it's bedtime? Sad truth, yes. So on those days, the house is flipped upside down and all of a sudden I turn into a real b*+%#. I am so pissed off and just start throwing things and cursing and everyone is safest a hundred thousand yards away from me. Happy home, happy wife/mother/individual. That saying couldn't be more right. 

If it were only this easy to clean, right?