Yesterday I moved non stop from twelve o’clock in the afternoon to eight forty-five at night. My body is hurting.

The hubby has been saying his stress eye has been acting up, because the house has been clustered with bins. I think he mild claustrophobic side was being pressured. So I did the deed…

I cleaned. And cleaned. And cleaned. I unpacked almost all of the bins that filled the house. We brought about… fourteen bins; now we only have six left.

We have a huge stack of empty bins outside our back door.

But which means I’m exhausted. And I wrote this post last night as I waited for my baby to fall asleep.

So please have a restful and chill Wednesday. I will try as well. ❤️