I've shared a lot with you people lately. I've opened up my heart, my pain, and my thought processes in good times and in bad. I've told you the good, the bad, and the ugly.
And oh Lord, it's been ugly.
|The Closet from Hell|
My girl's closet was beyond ugly. Look at it, there's not even a breath of space between the hanging clothes and the pile. The fact that my husband started putting his shit in there just made it worse. It became a beast too formidable for my wee girl to fathom. Even David had his doubts before he faced Goliath.
I'm proud to announce that I tackled the beast.
|Be gone, woeful shit!|
It didn't take long at all to clear the space, and oh the joy I found gazing upon that blank canvas!
|AAAACK! Thar the shit goeth.|
|Oh. Well then.|
In any case, it was what it was, and it was a challenge, but a cathartic project for the ages. I did it while my girl was at school, and she positively sqeeeeeeeeeed with delight when she came home to find this:
|A work in progress, but WHAT an improvement!|
|The notebook is open to a page that reads "I love this desk!"|
|It's really fun to read these out loud with emotion, or like a Nazi.|
A place for everything, and everything (and everyone) in its place. Now that is something my tired heart can sing about.
|Apparently, she's been taking these from the recycling. Why?|