I will be cleaning my daughter’s closet today.
She has inherited an estate sale’s worth of stuff from her teenage sisters.
And she has trouble putting things away neatly, mostly because usually what she wants to play with is in the darkest corner of her closet. We ran out of hangers when she was 4 (she is 7 now) and clothes keep piling every which way. It’s a big job that I am procrastinating (obviously).
She loves to collect things. Anything.
Smelly things like crab parts. Though the beach is 1900 miles away.
Some of her collections smell good.
Like empty soap boxes.
I suppose I can’t really blame her for collecting stuff, I mean those soap boxes might be worth something someday.
When I tucked her in the other night she was wearing this eye mask…I don’t know where she got it but in the soft glow of her nightlight it scared me enough to whisper-scream.
I’ll blog again soon, I hope. The clean up and recovery from this should take just a few days.
Hey wait, it’s Tues Sept 21. Are you a Gleek? Me too! I’ll post why I am in love with Glee later.