House not on display.
Well lived in.
Enter at your own risk.
I’m considering hanging this on both my front and back door. While I don’t usually have a spotless house, it’s normally tidy…or at least I like to think so.
However, I have lost several several
days weeks actually to dreaded migraines. So, to say I’m a little behind, would be an understatement.
I think I am finally on the mend. Fingers crossed! This is after having weekly migraines that would last a couple of days, and the most recent episode that lasted almost a full week. During each of these migraines I was completely down and out.
I, of course, went to my doctor.
“Are you stressed?”
The answer is no. Truly I am not. But as I continue to emerge from my “migraine coma” I continue to see the mess these
little boogers loves of my lives have created.
I am beginning to rethink my answer.
I’m keeping it real people.
Dan and I had a discussion about the boys room as he attempted to help me put clean sheets on our bed last night. I say attempted because he couldn’t do it. He is a slob, and I love him anyway. He agreed with me. The boys room is a mess, and it stinks. Let me repeat that again. My husband is a slob, and he thinks the room is a mess. Oh boy. I can’t wait to tackle that. And that unidentified smell? Oh yes! That makes it all the more exciting.
Sadly the rest of the house isn’t looking to good either.
Only At My House,