I don’t like a mess in my house.
You should be saying, “What are you talking about, Gianna? Your house is ALWAYS a disaster.” (Remember this post?)
MY mess is okay. (maybe one day I will let you see my workroom. maybe. Or maybe not)
Other people’s messes? In my house?
Don’t like them. Even if the special person belongs in my family!
I can overlook my pile of filing that has been neglected for a year.
But the duct tape that has been on the kitchen counter for 2 weeks?
I could pull my hair out!
PUT IT AWAY! Don’t you go out to the garage at least 5 times a day? How hard is it to bring the duct tape? (Mind you. I don’t actually say this, but I think it! Long and hard! And then I bite my tongue until I can say it with a bit more mercy and a little grace. But realistically, I’m probably just letting it fester)
Can’t you just SMELL the hypocrisy?
I can. Perhaps, it’s because I am the one who is being hypocritical.
With that said, I present to you a perfect rainy day activity. A messy, rainy day activity. A very messy activity!