Not sure if it’s the beginning of the year or my nesting kicking in, but I am wanting to redo and refresh everything. Starting with our bedroom since I dragged our old black bedroom frame down to the garage yesterday… and continue taking this house by storm. Nothing is safe. Especially not the garbage bag full of maternity clothes that should be burned… it definitely had it coming. I figure if I don’t want to wear any of it now I probably never will.
In the perfect world my house would have white floors. I dream of them. But I’d rather have three crazy girls running amuck than my dreamy floors. Yes, it’s one or the other in this house. White floors would be the death of me. It would say that on my tombstone: she died trying to keep the floors clean. Maybe I’m being dramatic but that’s normal. Thankfully they definitely make up for my vain wishes. Like today, “I’m not a pillow mommy… I’m a human.” (When I was snuggling up to her after school.)
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