I knew going in I was choosing the harder job in staying home. Every day I have to remind myself, you knew this was going to be challenging. And yet, with every passing week, I'm still surprised at how intense home life can get.
Yesterday, I sat down to write a couple of letters, but not in the traditional letter-writing sense.
We finally decided on a color for the French doors with help from Sherwin-Williams.
You put it off and put it off and put it off until you can no longer close the drawer. Things that don't get the right amount of attention start to become a problem.
Last month, we started the process of closing out the front room of our house to be used as an official guest room and a playroom for the girls.
Before kids, I never would have considered myself a germaphobe. Funny how that all changes when the little people you gave life to insist on touching and putting their mouths on the most disgusting objects known to everyone who knows better.
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