That's it. I'm calling Amber out on the world wide web. She is my Miss Piggy. I don't know how this happened. I like to consider myself a pretty clean person. Her father is borderline "Monk". Her extended family on both sides keep neat, clean homes. How did we get here? How do we get to a better place? This is only 2 shots of many that I could have taken. Never mind the bottom of her closet, or her drawers. Woah.
This is a basket-type thing next to her dresser. It's packed with crap. I went to grab the mouse for her laptop out of here, and I think something bit me. I am giving her a deadline to clean it out, or it's all going in the trash.
This is her night stand. The orange ball is what I believe to be dirty socks. A pile of laundry that I had asked her to put away, a bowl with...ranch residue, and an apple sauce container and those are her shoes that she took her first steps in that I had bronzed sitting in between her mess.
I love you Amber. Don't kill me for this. Admitting you have a problem is the first step. :)