I don't even want to think about it, but it involved five bags of garbage, three recycling bins and the rest of my sewing/craft stuff being moved back from my daughter's room, where I had put it when she went of to univeristy, and into the newly-rearranged playroom, now the sewing/music/jigsaw room. Who knew she would complain so much about me using her room? I cleaned off the bed. What more could a woman ask for? It's all her sister demands when she comes back to what has been laundry central since she went to college four years ago.
I guess I'm just an unfit mother.
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