...toxic mold, baby clothes, and my life thus far.

2006-02-22T08:59:00.000-08:00

I.....can....not.....believe....the.....number......of baby clothes I have destroyed over this past year, due to my lack of immediate attention to stains, wetness and what not.

There is a metaphor for my life in this statement.

I am cleaning my bedroom. My bedroom is an utter mess. It suffers, so I can keep the rest of my house in order. (There is a metaphor in that statement, as well.)

On the bedroom door I found a plastic bag containing a wet, moldy, yellow footsie pajama. The pajama was peppered with black mold- the kind that is probably toxic. I have to throw this piece of clothing out. This is not the first time. If I had put this pajama in the laundry when I first got it wet, about a week or two ago-- I would not be throwing it/money/needed clothing/future heirlooms down the drain. Instead, I put it on hold.

On Hold=Toxic Mold.

How much longer will I go on creating toxic, black mold in my life????

Whatever...........I've been putting off starting a blog for months. I'm starting my blog today. I hope you like it. I've got a lot of really good and unique answers to the problems of life.

.........but obviously I don't have the answer to everything.

...........the evidence of things not seen.

...toxic mold, baby clothes, and my life thus far.