Clean your room! “Yes, Ma,” I bellow back!
I pick up the noticeable stuff in the pathway and then pick up my open book.
She’ll be happy. My room is never spectacularly clean.
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Tessa
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Teresa (Tessa) Smeigh is now in her 60's and still going strong despite her disabilities affecting both physical and mental abilities. She has bipolar disorder (mental), Fibromyalgia (nerves), degenerative disc disease (spine), and arthritis (joints).
Despite that she is active in Mental Health Advocating, writing for www.IBPF.org (volunteer for non-profit) and has 5 blog posts already published by them. She is also working on 2 fiction books (mysteries). She keeps her blog filled with useful content, daily devotionals (She is a Christian), stories and poems. Plenty to keep you busy. She has also been interviewed by blogs and had other posts published on many different blogs.
She has 3 blogs so far http://www.tessacandoit.com and http://www.finallyawriter.com and http://www.sunnythoughtsandprayers.wordpress.com
She is from Deptford, NJ. Her family and blogs keep her busy.
This was totally me as a teenager! 🙂
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My problem is that I am an adult and my room still is like that. 🙂
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Like Draug, guilty over here as well.
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I just made a slight attempt to pick up some of the stuff on my floor. It is getting out of hand and the cat is knocking it around.
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You must be looking in my house!
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No unfortunately it is mine, still looks like that too sadly. Thank you for stopping by.
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If you mom is like me, if the big stuff is put away, the little stuff can be ignored.
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I was lucky, my parents were also packrats and the rooms had doors LOL! Just had to pick up the walkway so neither my sister or I killed ourselves. 🙂
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Ha! That worked for me until she started checking under the bed 😦
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LOL Janna, I think mine despaired of ever changing me. Heck you still can’t walk easily in my room. Mind you I live in one small bedroom so I sort of have an excuse. 🙂 And my parents were packrats as well.
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