Coffee Therapy : Brew Well To Be Well

Haven’t really slept well, been cleaning all day long, fixing some stuff and feeling so tired. I cleaned the entire room as in like general cleaning, as I would like to put it in that term. So much work to do and needs to be done. Before I forgot I washed my clothes too, it’s been stocked for two weeks I guess and thank goodness I am done with it. My hands are a little rough to touch, flaky, a bit dry and I hate it. Why is that there’s so much work to do during weekends? I don’t know maybe we are used to it. My mother and I argued because I don’t want our old unwashed smelly carpets be put beside my bed near the headboard. That doesn’t seem right. Now my room smells like a rotten egg or something like that and it’s unhealthy. Prior of buying those carpets I told her that in a place like we have now it’s not suitable to have one but instead she bought two, one in the living room and one in the dining area. Our apartment is too small and putting too much stuff in it makes the place unorganized and clutter. And under my bed too are bags filled with old stuff that I am complaining about because my room looks like a storage room rather than a bedroom. It’s been there since we moved in here. It’s not really a room with a separate door that subdivides it but since it’s my territory I prefer to call it my room that turns not to be. Mother doesn’t seem to understand what I am going through every time I sleep, I told her about this but she said to me just bear with it. For how long mother? Till I get sick. This is unfair, isn’t it?