My closet is CLEAN. C. L. E. A. N. Can you believe it? ALL of my clothes (minus the ones that need washing...) have a home. That's right, there are NO clothes on the floor. They are all either in a drawer or hanging in my new beautiful closet.
Okay, yes, the dining room is slightly more cluttered now, but not bad. I have a bin of shoes and a huge bag of clothes to donate. I have piles of clothes for my bonus siblings Kyra and Sarah.
And I was so excited to call my parents and tell them about my new closet and how my clothes finally have a home and I can keep it this way... and my mother says, "Well, we'll see." Because she has absolutely no faith in me whatsoever. None.
Honestly, I'm not making this up - if there's something that needs doing, my mother doesn't believe I can do it - BECAUSE I'M NEVER GOOD ENOUGH for her.
So to give her the giant finger, I'm doing a million loads of laundry so everything that can be washed will be clean, and then PUT AWAY. And I babysit this week, so I'm already doing more than my mom does in a week.
She can bite me. And accomplishing all this will make me happy.
A big THANK YOU to my bonus brother Chasie - you are the best. And even though you made fun of my stuff the whole time, you got it all done. I love you. My closet is functional. (Photos to come).
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