Being in the land of Overwhelmed

I apologise for not writing for a few days. I have been so tired. I have finished the class I was teaching, and I am sorry to say that it kind of fizzled out. We started with a group of 5, the second week there were 5 again, but a slightly different group, the next week 3, and then 3 for the remaining classes, but each week it shifted through the cast. It was very strange and I am still wondering if it was me or the weekday, or what. Possibly, they are as busy as I am and 7 consecutive weeks was really too much to expect, although I managed. We had a really pretty good curriculum, a little over written for me, but still good, but I think it may have been too elementary for the folks who came to my class, all of whom were long time students.
I would like to do it again, but would like to maybe do it in another setting. We'll see.
I realized the other night - oh, a week or so ago - that I am gone 3-4 nights a week because being home is so depressing for me. Yes, himself is recovering pretty well from his last series of illnesses, but the house is still a disaster, and he keeps bringing more stuff home. Now that he's well enough to get about some on his own, more and more Goodwill stuff is landing at my house.
And, it's raining, and that means there is water in the basement. I am so sick of dealing with water damage and mildew and mold. If I bring up anything about getting repairs done he throws his hands in the air and walks away. I don't know what to do at this point, maybe move out, I can't go on in a wet, dirty, cluttered mess where I have no space of my own and no place that's peaceful or nurturing.
If it weren't for the quartet and other music stuff, and I suppose the youth group, I think depression would be overwhelming.
Time to shake it off and do my gratitude list for the day.
Say Good-Night now, D.