Well, the stress of the disorder of my house finally got to me today. Let me explain, we have a medium size house. It's a split level. On the upper floor are 3 bedrooms, a living room, the kitchen, the dining room and two full bathrooms. Downstairs we have a large "L" shaped den, a full bathroom, a utility room, an office and a playroom. The entire downstairs is completely wrecked. You can't even move in the office, playroom and most of the den. The bedrooms are a total disaster. The upstairs den is barely livable and the kitchen/dining room is ok but not great. My family is living in this disaster. I work full time, 70 hours a week, I'm pregnant, I take care of the kids, I cook and I try to clean and keep the laundry going as best I can. My husband barely lifts a finger and it is mostly his fault that our house has gotten this way! I was just tired of it and I yelled at him like I haven't done in a long time. It felt good and bad at the same time. It felt good to let the frustration out but it felt bad because I didn't mean to be so mean to my husband. He's just a guy and he tries. Plus, he had a lot of financial crap to deal with last week. So all is forgiven. I just hope that we can get this taken care of in the next two weeks because I can't live like this much longer!