In between blowouts, nap times, and feedings, boxes are slowly starting to empty.
I am even doing a fairly good job not letting my anxiety from the clutter take over. I’ve never been a particularly clean person, but I am definitely an organized person. So the clutter and chaos is not my favorite thing.
But I did some mental preparation before this all began and I am miraculously able to keep some perspective: just because it doesn’t all get done today, doesn’t mean it will be like this forever.
Now if I could just find the box with the dish soap…
