The Sunday after Christmas, my Mom was going to bring me back to DC so we could get a head start on some of our fifty million projects. Ryan was going to stay in Jersey and meet us back in DC Monday so we could finish the floors. That was pre-storm. When we found out the huge snow storm was scheduled to hit the whole north east that Sunday, my Mom and I decided to leave PA super early to avoid the snow. I had a list of things that I knew I needed my Mom's help with and she had a plan of her own. As soon as she walked in to the house and saw this:
She did her Mom magic and started organizing the boxes so you could actually live in the place. A few hours later and she managed to do this:
And I could actually breath again.
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