So here I sit on the Uncomfiest Sofa, avoiding
the laundry basket full of my clothes (to be folded and put away)
the boxes from Mama’s decluttering (which moved the clutter from one room to another)
the desk that needs to be emptied and donated
the bathroom that needs to be cleaned attacked with cleaners
and whatever else needs to be done. I have to work tonight, and if I do ALL that at once, I won’t make it through the entire shift.
And of course, here I sit looking at the mess. I guess I *could* get the washer going, but that would pretty much kill what little train of thought I have going right now.
Oops. Too late.
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Question for the weekend:
Do you let your kids load the shredder?
Yes