Still Plodding on.

Its slow, but things are being done. My bedroom still isn't finished, 1 wardrobe is up. I have the new curtains & bedding on & the side table assembled.
Bought a new Dyson the other day, had to go to Bolton for it as other stores were out of stock.
Bought a steam cleaner yesterday, does floors, windows, brushes & nozzles for other stuff like worktops. I made a start on cleaning the kitchen worktops, does a good job. cleaned the back door window, some of the floor, the health grill & hoovered & steamed youngest's bed. I wash his bedding nearly every day, but this way its cleaner. Bought him some football wall decoration vinyls, he has put them up. needless to say I crashed into bed for a while in the afternoon.
I am having a tough time with ds2, so having to do a lot on my own, plus the stress & upset isn't doing me any good. I am still taking stuff to the tip, still taking stuff to the garage/lock up, still sorting. The house is better than it was, but I am under so much pressure, Physically I am struggling. Problem is people see it as it is now & think its a mess, but its much better in area than it was, yet even now I am being threatened I may lose my home. I am desperate for help, yet feel penalised for being ill. Of course I care, I hate living in a tip & am trying, But feel some people look down their noses & think its a simple thing to sort. I wish they could make me well & remove the pressures I have to put up with. They look through rose tinted glasses. I can't do it alone & slow progress is better than no progress, yes i wish it was quicker, but it aint easy.