The toy clutter is out of control. Like vines on brick, the Polly’s and the dollies and the little matchbox cars are taking over my world one room at a time. And it has stressed me out to no end.
Until now. I have found the secret to a clean house. Wanna know what it is?
Someone please tell me why I haven’t let this be okay before? It is genius, I tell you. And it is, quite simply, the best I can do. Gone are the days of putting toys where they belong. Just throw them in the middle and vacuum around them. I don’t know how long uptight Emily is going to allow this to continue, but for now I am going to enjoy my new-found freedom. Merry Christmas to me.
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