I have not left my house since Thursday.

But I refused to sit around and feel sorry for myself. So I began a 24 hour project of de-cluttering the closets. And it felt good and guess what? I stopped thinking about how pitiful things have suddenly become. I think when you are able to move around your apartment without stepping on something or tripping over a toy or sitting on a sharp object you just automatically feel better and even start sleeping better.

Victor wasn't very happy about me throwing away his things, like his College textbooks and his collection of printers from 1990 and his cassette stereo player--that's why I did that when he was sleeping ;). But I think I enjoyed it. (I'm still working on getting rid of that bike that is just sitting in our hallway, I bump into that at least twice every day).

I think I should start a project where I throw out 35 things every day (I think I read that some where online). Of course, the same lady who wrote that mentioned that we should shine our sink every night before going to bed--as if!

I am convinced that Aixah is the smartest, cutest, feistiest little kid I've ever come across. As I'm writing this she is just sprawled across our couch in her monkey pajama set and writing, with a pencil, on a notepad. How old is she? I might add that she's also really fixated on the lifetime movie that I have on. I know she should be watching cartoons but I am so bored with Hi-5. And the TV is really on as background noise, I swear.