What happens when your two-year-old girl gets all that her heart desires for her birthday and Easter? Your living room looks like the Target toy department exploded mercilessly, leaving you with a house that you feel is no longer your own.
All ye who live here be warned... Bins are about to enter and become filled with nonsensical items that will go into storage (and perhaps be thrown out entirely). Closets will be purged. Fabulous storage units will be purchased and implemented in bare nooks of this house. If something is floating around here without "a place," it will soon have one.
Or perhaps I should simply place a sign out in our yard that reads:
A nesting pregnant woman lives here. Get out with all of your personal effects while you still can.
2 comments:
I have just one word for you. SHED!
If we build it, will you come?
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