I am an emotional cleaner. Which is similar to an emotional shopper (which I also am to the detriment of my bank account and Alex’s sanity) but different in that I achieve something productive when emotional.
Lately however, things have been pretty dang keen.
I mean, sure we’ve had our ER visits and our job loss, but all in all I’ve been pretty dang ok with life. The meds help! What all this means though is my house is um…less than stellar. In fact it’s downright frumpy.
The laundry while done, piles on the couch for days. I don’t care so I don’t say anything and Alex sees no point in putting clothes away when you just yank them back out. (I’m beginning to get this logic.)
The vacuum has sat in the hallway now for almost a week because I got it out to clean, but then I took a nap instead.
(I was very productive that day…beauty needs rest after all.)
Alas, all this is coming to bite me in the bum if we have company next week. Luckily that company is my little taller than me baby brother so I’m not overly worried. I figure we have snacks, drinks, a t.v. in the guest room and we live 10 minutes from my parents. Plus I grew up with him…I know what his room looked (and likely still looks) like so he can just shove the extra pillows on the bedroom floor for a few days.
He will then get roped into helping me back the casserole, potatoes, and pie for Thanksgiving since I know he can cook.
What plans do you have for Turkey Day?























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