My outside is a wreck.
Correction, my outside is slowly becoming an un-wreck. Not a neat-freak by nature, but a woman who oscillates between generally organized and OCD (gently referred to as my little “idiosyncrasies” by my husband), I was taken by surprise when I returned from vacation to a house a vaguely recognized.
There appeared to be little piles of…what? STUFF. Yes, there were little piles of stuff—everywhere. When had this happened? Who had done this?
When? There was no specific time. It just happened over time, but really ramped up as soon as summer started. And who had done this? Mostly me probably. Continue Reading