I'm unclear if I had food poisioning, or if my stomach was upset from anxiety - but I've spent the last few days throwing up everything I've eaten, and then a whole lot of bile. 

I'm feeling kinda better today, so it's time to resume the great clean. My cleaning adventure is slowed way the fuck down by the fact that our dumpster is so small.

My husband is a hoarder, so "cleaning" also means "getting rid of things". Don't worry, I run it by him before throwing his things away. I feel like if I just threw away everything willy-nilly it would make his hoarding problem worse, as he desperately tries to hold onto things. Going over things together is slower, and results in the house being more cluttered than it should be (in my opinion), but it helps us to work on the root of the issue while remaining confident that we can trust each-other. We've been together 9 years, and married for 5, and in this time he's gotten so much better about his hoarding. And I've gotten better about tolerating clutter.