The Joys of Homeownership: Order from Chaos

Behold, what I am calling my greatest contribution as a homeowner, dad, and husband. (Hyperbole is a friend of mine.) Peanut's playroom was out of control and I couldn't take it anymore. The mess. The clutter. The disorganization. I was living my own little version of hoarders, and Peanut was the problem. The playroom was so nauseating to look at I couldn't even stomach being in there. I was physically incapable of sitting down and playing with her in there. It would give me a panic attack. This is just a small glimpse of how bad it was:

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Like a Good Neighbor

"Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things." ~Author Unknown

I looked up, standing on the ground at the bottom of the ladder. It was a long way up. At that point I had no other choice but to be completely honest with my wife.
"I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do this."

We were hanging a tire swing on the tallest strongest tree in our backyard. Trust me... it was a long way up.

It's not that I didn't want to do it. I just didn't think I could.

A long way up... and down.

You see, I'm not so good with the heights. Actually, it's not so much the heights... it's the falling I'm afraid of. I climbed the ladder... the same ladder my next-door neighbor had left in our yard an hour or so earlier when he helped us measure how long of a chain we would need to hang this swing.

Climbing the ladder fifteen feet was an accomplishment. Granted, it took me about ninety seconds as I crawled up there one rung at a time, holding on for dear life to both sides with both hands. As I ascended. I scouted out the area on the branch where I'd place the swing. Then I looked down. Bad idea.

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