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"Love to Hate"
I try not to let my (undiagnosed) OCD/TypeA/Anal self let things like this get to me - I really do. But after *months* of having to dress three kids like snowmen every day just to leave the house, and seeing THIS image when they come in....well it's like fingernails on the chalkboard now.
But I have to remind myself how lucky - how BLESSED - I am to have this "mess" in my house. This pile of clothes represents what I have - my three precious angles.
One day, this pile won't be there, and oh how I'll wish it was.
I feel your pain. This is how I feel every night when I look at my living room.
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