Sterling has two friends over tonight. All I hear, upstairs, is laughing and thumping. The thumping of teenage boys wressling around. As I sit downstairs, watching the Clippers and Spurs, all I can think about is how messy the upstairs is going to be.
The first time I went upstairs, I heard "shhh...your dad is up here."
The second time, I cleaned the upstairs toilet. Prior to cleaning the upstairs toilet, I cleaned the downstairs bathroom, swept the kitchen/dining room floor. Then mopped the same floor.
I'm anxious about the house getting dirty...so I clean? When the hell did I turn into this guy?
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