Okay, day nine and my husband asked me to help him look for socks this morning. I have to admit, I stationed myself on the end of my bed and just looked into thin air. Does he think I’m slipping back into being the stay-at-home wife? Nope, I fully intend on doing something like starting a business, writing a blockbuster, becoming the next Nate or Martha, but I have NOOOOOO intentions of being the next sock whisperer. I didn’t trade in my badge for sock duty.

However, on the other hand I can’t wait to turn this mess into something nicer. Okay, to be fair, I planted the mess, but nobody maintained it when I was working. So, my once great thought turned into a mess.