Sanctuary: Taking It Back

I've been home for a month.  And that month is just a blur.  I looked around our home this week and realized it was very very messy.  And then I realized I was depressed.  I don't feel depression, so I am always surprised when I discover that I am.  I feel numb and I quit doing things.  Like keeping a handle on the mess that two little kids make.  I think the neighbor being in my house, drinking my milk and going through my things, just sent me into a spin even if I did get my key back so he can't come in again.
I was at the point of planning on moving, even thinking about breaking my lease.  And then I realized I was depressed.  And to get me out of that stage usually takes movement.  So I am taking it back.  My home is my sanctuary.  No one comes in unless invited, especially my bedroom.
I started the other day when the littles went with Papa to Dizzy Castle.  Got the living room totally whipped back into shape.  Moved on to the kitchen.  Today was finish the kitchen and completely do the bathroom.  Including floors.  Floors seem to be my cleaning downfall. It looks much better here and I feel better.  Now to get the squeaky hinges fixed so the neighbor can't hear all my comings and goings and I will feel even better.  Papa said he would help me get the hinges out to lube them up.  And the littles have let me work and not made big messes behind me today.  I think they could sense I needed to do this.
And so I have taken it back.  I'm done letting the neighbor control how I feel and act. And home is SANCTUARY. Feels good to be proactive and toss that depression in the wind.