3 days, 2 bags of trash, 1 basket for the Goodwill, several pairs of scissors that belong to his teacher, 3 stacks of books, and 4 reconstructed dresser drawers later; Nate's room is clean.
I have developed an even deeper gratitude for my own mother who did not throw away everything I owned and make me live in a cardboard box in the back yard, or even scream at me. (Thanks Mom!)
I have hope for Nate because I was that big of a slob as a kid.
I do hope he has a kid just like himself, because he is a very interesting and engaging personality. I just hope he remembers to be calm when it comes time to clean his room.
P.S. Kenneth, I found your hammer...
1 comment:
I love you Megan and yes I did hope you would get a child like yourself. You were fun and creative and at times I wondered if I could clean your room one more time. It was worth the ride.
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