I grew up in a home where things were kept Museum clean and organized. I hated it. I was obsessive as a little child with keeping my room immaculate. Its sad. No child child should be scared to have fun.
These days ? Im defiantly messy. I love it. I love my home . its cozy and warm and inviting . no regrets .
Yes ,I forgive my parents . I do not hate them . I love and adore and accept them .
