My house is clean.
I don't know if I feel better, but I'm tired and I'm sore from busily cleaning my fool head off. All that is left is some laundry I left hanging on the line. I'm too freaking tired to get it off.
While I may not know if I feel emotionally better yet, at least I feel like I can breathe in my own house again. And now I won't be quite so apologetic when people come over to visit.
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