Our house kind of reminds of those interior shots of rotting trailer homes in the Appalachians (no offense to them). You know, where the ceiling is caving in and the old Confederate flag is peeling off the plastic wall. Of course, much of our decor is due to Baby, and very often, we tell him “I love what you’ve done with the place,” just to keep his self-esteem healthy, but it’s not like Husband and I were every particularly neat. It’s not like we’d be potential candidates for Hoarders: The Real Story or anything, but….we’re getting there. I keep the panic at bay due to Husband’s advice: stay calm, Baby is fed and healthy, everyone is alright.
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