Is it wrong for a grown woman to cry?

Because I would like to right now. I woke up this morning, looked around my house, and decided I either had to do something about its condition or burn it to the ground while laughing maniacally. I opted for the former choice and so began my day of hell, of which I'm in the midst of right now.

You see, I haven't thrown away a single toy since Grace was born 7 years ago. Not one, unless it was broken or damaged or something. I've got exersaucers, rattles, pull toys, walking toys, every stupid piece of plastic crap they got at fast food restaurants or in birthday party goody bags. Every last effing one of 'em.

Well, since I started this morning, I've filled two entire garbage bags with the crap mentioned above. And I'm not even half done yet. And now, my entire downstairs AND the playroom in the basement are totally trashed, so I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to. I'm screwed.

It DOES feel good to start seeing some floor space. And it's my own fault for letting it get to this point. But that doesn't make it any more fun. I'm sweating, I'm hungry, I'm tired, and I'm in a bad mood. LOL!

I finally (now) had to sit down to take a break. I cracked a beer and decided to catch up on some blogs. Don't worry, I won't have another beer until later tonight. But I kind of needed it right now as that last little boost of fuel to help me finish before my kids are graduating from high school. I really only have one more big pile in a corner of the downstairs playroom to do... And go through all Hannah's dolls clothing that's currently in about 8 different over-stuffed bags and baskets... And go through the 8 million crayons, pencils and notebooks the girls have... And dig through the two thousand purses the girls have, filled to the top with little crap and play makeup... And mop the floors I haven't seen for years... And vacuum the rugs... And...

Crap. Maybe I will have that second beer. LOL! If you don't hear from me tonight, it's because I got to the point where I decided my earlier idea of burning down the house was easier. If that's the case, I'll make sure to remove my computer before setting the blaze, so I can check in here and there from the Red Cross shelter...