I am slowly going insane, mess by mess. My small child is similar to that of a Tasmanian Devil. Every room he enters some how becomes a dust cloud of filth and mess. I have a feeling I'll be missing a few fingers by the time he's 18 due to all of the bone polishing messes I have to endure day after day. Where's a baby straight jacket when you need one?
If anyone who is OCD and would like to clean my house pro bono I will be more than happy to give you my address...
please and thank you
xoxoxox
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