Today we were amazingly productive around the apartment. Maybe that's because we got 12 hours of sleep. Or maybe it was a flukish thing I can't expect to repeat. Or maybe the Lord helped us. Anyway, we organized, threw away, mopped up, swept, washed, and did not stop until our landlords put pressure on us to come downstairs and talk with everyone in the building.
So we did that. It went well, we answered their burning questions, gave them presents, ate some curious (read: sickly sweet) desserts, and then staggered back upstairs. We are now about to give our smelly kids a shower--postponing bed as long as we can--and then crash. My stomach hurts. But our apartment looks awesome.
so glad to hear and see you back int the swing of things.
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