I may have gone a little overboard on the whole cleaning/decluttering thing. "Oh really? This must be a new thing for you..." Right. Pretty much every spare moment (and even some that I didn't have to spare) I spent in
AGRESSIVE CLEANING MODE
In agressive cleaning mode, you are always in motion, always moving just fast enough to work up a sweat and just slow enough that you can still talk (although maybe not sing). You are ruthless in the things that you decide to get rid of. You are not happy until a very large chunk of cleaning is done. You will not stop voluntarily. Some external force will need to act upon you.
Great. How very grown-up. Almost like these are things I should have been doing my entire life.
However, in agressive cleaning mode some other things happened as well:
Tyo: When I grow up I can kill things for us to eat.
[upon being reminded that we are, for the most part, a vegetarian household she was shocked. What do you eat?]
Quaker, teacher, parent,