This will mean absolutely nothing to anyone else in the whole entire universe, but I just cleaned my closet. I've needed to to do it for months; I mean it really needed to be straightened, but I just couldn't So I cleaned it and now I can rest. Now I can quit obsessing every time I leave my house that I'm going to die while I'm away and people will come into my home and see my closet and then talk about what a miserable, horrible, total slob I was and how my children are probably better off now that I'm gone.
I know, I'm weird.
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I completely understand. Yesterday I straightened up all book selves and rearranged the pots and pan cabinet and refolded all of the linens in the linen closet because we have company coming and I don't want them to think that we live like slobs all of the time. I can only hope and pray that they will not walk into my closet though-I don't know how to hang clothing properly or straighten my shoes one bit. My husband's side looks military perfect and mine looks like my 4 year old lives there.
I have flaws, I can't help it.
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