My next “job”, is to go through the upstairs bedrooms. I thought this was going to be much easier than the hard labor of de mucking. I truly hope that you never have to know what that means. The upstairs is strewn with everything that we could save before we were inundated by the flood. I have already had 2 of my super crews help wash glasses. Daysi, Heather, Harriet and Mariko.

This is just kid stuff, you know the things that Moms keep which takes space and causes the unthinkable...Clutter. The t-shirts, unworn gifts, too small shoes, the opportunity to simplify. I will do my own Hgtv series. I got this. NO, NO, NO......wrong. Instead, the biggest empty nest, homesickness, lonely feelings ever. I started to stare into nothing. I remember the day this picture was taken. Just things that open a little window into a beautiful land of sweetness and kisses and pride. The physical nest is broken, ( at this time ), but these unbelievably cute babies have become the most beautiful, creative, loving young adults. What is more precious than that? Absolutely nothing.

What is next? I just figured it out, I need a babysitter to keep me on track and music to dance to.