Day 24: Closed doors

Brooklyn's fourth birthday party is tomorrow and I have been scrambling to get the house picked up and I did what I told myself I wouldn't do: throw stuff in rooms and close the doors.  I always say I'm not going to do this, that instead I will find a place for everything and put everything in its place.  Well, in the midst of having a killer migraine yesterday and getting nothing done I chose to opt for the out-of-sight, out-of-mind route.  And no one knew the better at the party!