clutter multiplied, she typically shrugged it off. “Kids make messes,” she’d say. Meanwhile, I was struggling to adjust. If I wanted to sit on the couch, I had to move toys out of the way.
If I wanted to drink my coffee in bed, I had to clear my nightstand of half-empty juice boxes and half-eaten bags of snacks.
And when I got in bed at night, I had to clean up crumbies — and unhappily at that.Now we have three teenagers and a preteen, as well as a pretty long list of neurological diagnoses.
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