I was just anxiety-ridden. It was fine, nice actually. Ir wasn’t that much work, even. But I am a total neat freak. I tend to get crabby when my floors are dirty. And they are always dirty. We live in a forested mud-ball with a husband who makes sawdust all day, two little furball Pomeranians that bring in grass, leaves, whole forests in their fur. And a granddaughter who is always collecting rocks.
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