Cleansing of the Soul

We all handle grief differently.

Of course, writing about it helps. But I also feel like I need to DO something with my hands.

I clean.

Like, a lot. . .

I have organized the peg-boards in the garage and laundry room, all my pseudo-tupperware, the pantry, my closet, the baby's room. . .oh! I forgot about the area below my bathroom cabinet. Joy! Rapture!

And the best news, I have a whole army of folks just waiting to mess it up again and again.

Clean away, oh stressful Mother! We love you and are doing our part!

Thank Heaven for kids!

Have fun!