This year, I am determined to travel more lightly. I’m cleaning out every nook in our house, getting rid of the little extras that make dusting a 12 hour project. Three porch-sized donations later, I’ve got a fully functional kitchen and absolute chaos everywhere else.
I need my house back.
Mommyo, sadly: “We’ve got stuff everywhere.”
The Five-Year-Old, brightly: “No we don’t. Look at the ceiling. That’s not stuff.”