I have been incredibly neglectful of my home this summer, and, it shows. The garden is a mess, with lettuce that has bolted and needs to be pulled, a slew of ripe tomatoes that (finally) need to be picked, green beans ready for harvesting and, a bumper crop of weeds in need of weeding.
The preparations for our upcoming yard sale (kill me, kill me now) have left the house and the garage in a state of utter chaos and we haven't even gotten to the junk in the attic, yet (tomorrow; kill me, kill me now).
The Man-Cub's new bedroom set is nice and his room looks almost pristine when compared to the rest of the house, but, the junk that he cleaned out of his room is littering the upstairs in a manner that causes me to experience a mild panic attack each time I walk through the maze between the bags and boxes, and, yes, that particular mess will disappear with the yard sale, but, in the meanwhile....ug,
The front porch hasn't seen nearly enough Porch Night action this summer and I am facing an overwhelming task once it comes time to hose it down for our upcoming end-of-season baseball BBQ later this month.
Don't even get me started on my flowerbeds; they are mostly weed beds at this point.
It's going to be a busy weekend at Casa de Chelle, is my point.
Please send reinforcements.
And wine.
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