On my way home from class this evening, I debated two alternatives for what I would do upon arrival.
#1: I could clean so that Phil and I could have some quality time when he gets home at 6:30.
#2: I could take a nap so Phil could help me clean when he got home at 6:30.
So, undecided, I walked into the door to find an already clean house. Now. Am I right that a clean kitchen is like...medicine? I don't even know how much mess stresses me out until it's cleaned up and I feel so much better. That wasn't a very exciting post. But that's what's going on. Ha.
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Phil, wanna come clean mine? :)
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