That one phrase, I think, could perhaps describe more than just the yard at the moment.
Despite our growing arsenal of yard-care implements, the weeds continue to send their runners out to the far reaches of the yard and sprout again. Since this weekend, the freshly weeded neighbor-side of our yard has sprouted yet again, and so I'm conflicted about what sort of action to take. (I fought back with pre-treat stuff this morning... take that weeds!) It seems like I can't sit still, cause the weeds'll just keep growing... but I am NOT going to spend the whole day out there. :-p At the moment, it seems the best recourse might be spending a smaller chunk of time more frequently (with Jeromie, cause battling the yard is much more pleasant and much less discouraging when he's working beside me!). But that, of course, will require some discipline. We also need to call our landlord-type-people to see what kind of planting we can do to occupy all the open spaces.
Slightly Overgrown could also describe...
the mail situation - mail around the house behaves in a suspiciously similar manner to the ivy out back
the craft room - also known as the disaster area; it's the only room that still has unpacked boxes, but what's worse is that they're opened... just not unpacked... and their contents, being homeless, seem to straggle about the room.
Molly - or more specifically her FUR, which is everywhere and back in force less than a day after we sweep!
I feel like I should have these things all under control, especially since I'm still hunting for employment, but I DON'T and that's frustrating sometimes.
Aight. Now, with spirits somewhat lighter, I shall re-enter the fray! (with the realization that these are silly things to be battling and becoming frustrated with... and thus just working as best i can)