Spent last week at CMU's School of Writing. One week of glorious focus. It was a bit stressful at times, when there was no clean laundry and nothing to eat, but still - I had a focus, people!! I miss it now. I look around me and the house slants and spins -  my life in a dryer. I sit and watch everything tumbling over itself and wonder what to do.

I suppose it isn't completely hopeless. There will be clean underwear tomorrow, which is a good thing. Husband is (once again, twice again?) out 3 nights out of 5 so we can get by on raw veggies and milk. But I have a dream. A dream where all family members can find socks and no one gets a concussion when they open the fridge door. A dream where I don't mistake my main floor for an episode of "Hoarders" and papers are not inexplicably eaten and digested never to be seen again.

Focus vs. organized house. Let's deconstruct this. Take away the focus, is the house organized? No. What happens when we add in the focus activity? House gets more disorganized. Is it wrong to move forward simply hoping this trend toward disorganization would eventually turn itself around? Or that maybe there could be a balance between focus and house? I need to decide this, because it means going back to university this fall or not.