I am furiously working on the upstairs bedroom that was painted. Have worn down two toothbrushes and gone through lots of toothpicks cleaning the windows and baseboards. Ten years of God knows what spilled on them.
Having a tough time deciding what to do with David's clothes. There are still lots of toys in there, I guess we will just live with that for now.
Why does a coat of paint make everything feel better?
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