All her "big toys" (her kitchen set and table and chairs) are upstairs in her bedroom. Not that she ever plays with them like I had hoped she would. . . I thought it would buy me some extra Z's in the morning . . . but nope.
I've gotten the worst of it taken care of. It doesn't look like a total disaster zone anymore. I'm pretty satisfied. Well today marks a week of no contact with my H. That's sad. . . . why is he such a jerk?
