My house hasn't been clean enough to share many candid shots since Brett left but I've spent the last three weekends purging and organizing-the kind that needs to happen before you can even really think about cleaning. You know that kind? The kind where there are so many things out of place-so many things that don't even have a place-that you're just cranky all the time and want to move because you really can't stand how bad your house makes you feel? That.
There are still some things that need work but it feels so good to have one less couch in the living room, a visible laundry room floor, and all the drawers and closets cleaned out.
Nothing like company coming two weekends in a row to light a fire, am I right?
P.S. Not sick anymore, yay! Sebastian is still recovering from three days of a fever and lots of bed rest. We thought he was better but I hear him coughing in there now. Sigh...