I feel like a hoarder..

Almost two weeks of cluttered rooms, strewn clothing, cleaning supplies stacked up, trash can in the living room, new rug rolled up in shipping material at the door, shoes under the couch, lamp and misplaced table in the kitchen, drop clothes everywhere and the ultimate dilemma, Finnley cannot sleep on the bed because it is encased in plastic.

I am a neat freak so this situation is getting on my last nerve.

And don’t get me started on the Motel 6 quality shower water flow and lack of hot water in the kitchen.

At the mercy of others is not my sweet spot.

Shake it off