I’ve literally been cleaning all afternoon
I got home from work at 12:30 and started cleaning. At 2 I made a trip to Walmart because I ran out of cleaning supplies.
I’m finally done cleaning Brockton’s room, I just need to finish up his laundry. In case that wasn’t clear, I’ve only cleaned my sons bedroom and bathroom. That’s how fiercely I’ve been cleaning.
I feel like I’m nesting. Why the fuck am I nesting?