I spend all day yesterday cleaning the house. By the time I was done, and ate dinner, it was 9 pm. (And I was exhausted.)
It was the type of cleaning that you do when you have a dream that your dog has fleas and realize that your house is infected. Then you wake up and start frantically cleaning even though you don’t have a dog because you are certain that the universe is trying to tell you something.
So, now, my house a clean, the windows are sparkling and the trim on the doorways is nice and white but the funny part it, it is still cluttered. I still have clothes piled on the dresser. Sigh…I guess it will get it all together eventually.
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