Kitty ate an entire bowl of high fibre cereal without being prompted to before she went to school this morning.
I was in such a state of delighted shock I pretended not to see.
So I didn't see her not put the bowl in the dishwasher.
... Baby steps...
So I washed her white clothes that got make up on them and changed her sheets and made her bed today and *tidied* her room as a thank you for the baby step.
On my day off.
Day off paid work.
Half a bottle of Febreze later... we're all good.
Judging by the smell in the room, a certain familiar Himself in need of a new pair of shoes damp smell, I think she may need a new pair of trainers.
Why, oh why do we have to purchase an entire wardrobe for her every time she comes up here?
Doesn't anyone else ever buy her any clothes??
Silly question.
Forget I asked.
*tidying involves putting everything on the floor into the trunk, less evidence of whatever teenage preening etc activity to see/ despair over when it's done in a scooping motion.
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