Literally.
I have turned into a 1950's housewife. I baked biscuits for Henry's breakfast today and cleaned Adam's closet. No, he didn't ask me to. My nesting instinct has kicked in with a vengance and I cannot stop cleaning and organizing. Every time I passed his closet I thought about how much extra storage space we might have if I moved things around a bit. Henry's favorite new game is moving things out of the way and pretending to vacuum.
Someone please stop me, my former self is horrified.
2 comments:
This cannot be the same Vanessa I know that was on the "Vomit Comit"?!?!?!?
Is this my child, I can't believe it, should I come up from Florida and check to see if someone has taken over your body.
Love your mother.
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