I wish I knew what my problem is. Seriously. Something is wrong with my head. Alan was just saying yesterday, "what’s going on with you? In all our years of marriage, you’ve never been this bad of a housekeeper. What is it?" Well, I wish I knew, bucky….some serious lack of caring? Extreme tiredness? A rebellious attitude? Mental distress? Honestly, it is a concern…. and I don’t know. I try, but then get overwhelmed and just give up. It often seems like Kiki is trashing the space behind me faster than I am cleaning, so I can’t get ahead. And yeah, I’ve tried to make her change, as well…..works about as good as changing myself. And once in a blue moon, Alan will help….but those times are so few and far between that it doesn’t really add up to much. You know what I want to do? Nothing. Nothing at all. Lie on my lounge chair and soak up the sun. With NO ONE talking to me. Absolute silence. I really want a vacation ~ from my life. From myself, even. How do I accomplish that??