Schuyler
Weeks later, I flop myself down on a barstool at the kitchen island, laying my head in my hands. I'm grateful Calvin's parents gifted us this house, but it's much too big for the three of us. The ground floor is all we need large enough with two bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, a large open living room, dining area, and kitchen. I'm exhausted, and I haven't cleaned the bedrooms or bathrooms upstairs nor the family room, game room, and bathroom in the basement.
Despite both our mothers' and Dallas's forced shopping trips, we still haven't furnished every room, so one would think it would be easy to keep clean. It's not. More space equals more places for Tyler to string his books and toys out while dust seems to be a constant battle. I don't know how my mom made it so many year
