But soon, because of a lack of consistent pickup times, costumes covered the floor, teeny-tiny parts were strewn across the entire room, and the books were falling off the bookshelves. It was scary, so I avoided going in there. The longer I avoided going in there, the more horrifying the space became. The more horrific the space became, the less my kids went in there. No one was playing in the playroom because the playroom was a disaster. It, therefore, was not a playroom. It was a toy-storage room in total disarray. As I worked on my own deslobification process, I worked in that room. I
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