A few weekends ago, during Isabelle’s birthday party, I was visiting with a few cousins of mine. They are regular visitors to The Michael Chronicles. They said, “Danielle, in your blog pictures, your house always looks immaculate! Is Conrad an unusually helpful husband??” So, in light of that, I have a few confessions to make, followed by some rather discriminating pictures to share.
1. Yes, Conrad is helpful. Much more so than any other male (who shall remain un named) whose home I grew up in.
2. I have a dirty little secret (that I’ve shared with you before). Her name is Carol. She visits twice a month. I love her.
3. I am a cleany. When my house is a mess, I get stressed!! I love order. It’s almost like a sickness. When I was a kid, my idea of fun was to clean my sister’s room and put my books in alphabetical order. I couldn’t sleep with my closet door open. I had to get out of bed and close it neatly, before I could drift off!
Now with my soul lightened by confession, I now give you, “The impossibly white kitchen floor.”: