“The life-changing magic of tidying up”
I pick stuff up. Like it’s my job. All day. Every day. Picking stuff up. It’s getting old. Actually, it got old years ago. I’ve had enough. I had a little come-apart on the kids a few weeks ago. You know the “I’m going to throw all your stuff away if you don’t pick it … Continue reading ““The life-changing magic of tidying up””