So I failed this month at the whole NaBloPoMo but I have a good excuse. It’s called moving. And gutting my house. It’s really no fun. All my evenings are spent cleaning or organizing or putting things in boxes.
I like the throwing away part. That’s been very happy for some reason.
We’ve spent almost a week on the kitchen alone. Holy cow, was the kitchen dirty. But now my stove looks like it’s brand new (thanks to my awesome Oreck Steam Mop) and the fridge is devoid of magnets.
I also can’t find anything because I rearranged my cupboards.
Send chocolate. Please.