Mess and Madness

It's been altogether hectic of late.  Been nursing a sick husband, and am getting very tired of living in a house that looks like a camp site with clothing in baskets everywhere, except where the kids' clothes are on the floor because they do not understand the concept of putting back clothes they have removed from the basket in the search for that elusive item of clothing such as the black Metallica T-shirt.  As I type, I hear in the background that infernal 'Let It Go' song from 'Frozen', or whatever.  Starting to dislike that song intensely, and wish my son would not play it.  I guess he likes it because he performed it with his choir.  I guess the disarray is starting to get to us all.  It's been pissing me off like nothing else (except maybe for Madonna).  Last night, my 13yo asked when we would be replacing the stuff we lost.  He sounded so fed up, I had to ask him was the mess getting to him, and he admitted it was.  Now, this is a worry.  My oldest is a slob.  He has the dual genetic curse of slobbery from both his mother and father, although his mother isn't as bad as his father.  When in Year 5, his teacher showed me his desk, which was a miniature scale Hiroshima, complete with browning apple core.  He has to be yelled at and practically horsewhipped to put away his school books.  A request to stack the dishwasher is met with the reproachful glance usually reserved for one who has asked a sickly prepubescent to whip up ten brand name t-shirts in a Manila sweatshop.  But he is getting sick of the mess, and that I know is a bad sign.  God, can it be fixed already?   Well, I have finally put dollar figures on the inventory provided by the insurance company, so hopefully we can start replacing bedroom furniture and have some tallboys and cupboards into which we can pack the miscellany.  But, there's probably not much point replacing this furniture until the painting has been done int he bedrooms, because of hte logistics of having to move the furniture out when the painters are in.  The painters will probably start week after next.  Can I hang onto my sanity, which feels nebulous at the best of times, until then?

To Do:

1.  Get my radio interview onto You Tube.  I have the disc, just have to do the work.

2.  Prepare my notes for a lecture to the U3A in a few weeks' time.  I had some lovely notes, but they got washed away in the deluge on Anzac Day.

Madness.  Just.... Madness.  And not the 80s ska band that piss me off, but the other kind.