I've figured out my funk! But knowing the reason is probably worse!

As some of you know, I'm pretty much the only female in a house full of testosterone. And a couple of wanna-be testoterone filled boys.

I walked through the house last night and I was assailed by various 'aromas'.



The first one was fairly mild. The trash needed to be taken out.



Then I ran across the dog. He really needs a bath.



The various thrown about socks here and there left their own little clouds of olfactory gifts in the air as well.



My husband's shoes about drove me out of the family room. The cat should have followed me.



Although the cat has her own issues to add to this.



I don't even want to talk about the bathroom and my boy's inability to turn just their heads while peeing. Think about that one for a sec.



I think I'm going to take over the guest room and fill it with sweet candles and lavender scented sheets and my laptop and my Kindle and my crafts. I wonder if I can get my meals delivered?