I have filled a huge bag with goods for passing on/donating - finally parting with kids' clothes that I am absurdly sentimental about. It's a start. It's 3:30pm and I am still in my pyjamas so that gives you a clue as to my overall state of being.
I am trying to look at my house with different eyes, eyes that actually see the junk everywhere instead of skim over it. As my husband says (repeatedly), it's easy to tidy up this house (cause it's tiny) but it's hard to keep it tidy (because it's you-guessed-it).
If I were asked which cartoon character I am, it would have to be Pigpen. I so get him.
My God, we could be twins...
2 comments:
I would like to say that I have been to your house many many times, and while there is lots of 'stuff' it is not dirty in any way shape or form. I think the comparison to pigpen is unfair. Anyway, you can't be twins, you have bigger boobs.
Hmmm... "not dirty in any way"... Well - at least I've fooled you !
We could be fraternal twins.
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