I've been sorting through random bags of crap all night. And I'm still not done. You still can barely walk into the baby's room. I feel so overwhelmed by this. How did we ever let it get this bad? It's like everything we didn't feel like dealing with at the moment was shoved into this room. I'm so frustrated with myself I don't even know what to post.
In other news, today is John Paul II's feast day!
And with that, this post is over. Shortest post in my life.