As I sit here and type this I am surrounded by a house that has been completely torn apart... not once, but twice in the last two days. Quite literally nothing is in it's right place - it's honestly a bit overwhelming for me - so I'm going to head to work so I don't have to think about how gross our house is.
But in the end I suppose it was worth it. Look what we finally found poking out from underneath the washing machine:
Tyler now has his keys back. And his world is right again. Unfortunately my world is still left in upheaval.
I'll get around to cleaning up the mess we've made in another 5-6 weeks when I stop feeling like death.
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