Faced with a giant blank wall, my heart sank. I didn’t have a single piece of art to clothe it with. Better yet, there was a light switch smack dab in the middle of the wall…actually, worse—almost in the middle of the wall, which would make any interior designer cringe.
“Mom, I’m just calling to let you know that I didn’t have to work today!” Mom replied with a squeal of delight, knowing what this meant: time for a clean sweep before our big trip. My mom and I share an (likely unhealthy) obsession about making beds every day and getting the house clean before going away…we’re convinced that it’s good for us.
