Now I know this takes guts, showing the world what lies behind your front door, but I figure I’m among friends- right? What I woke up to this morning was quite disturbing (I’m sure you will agree) I decided that I would photograph the filth I live in, only to inspire me to transform it into a somewhat livable space. I think I have succeeded.
You are about to embark on a series of pictures, some are quite graphic, viewer discretion is advised….

What you see as soon as my front door is open (before)

My kitchen table (before)

My kitchen sink (before)

Yes, those are cheerios and mashed up bananas.

Living Room Floor (before)

Behind the love seat (before)

The hallway (before)

Kids bathroom (before)

The Girls

Carson

My Room (oh the shame)

My bed full of clean laundry before two more loads were added
All right, now that I have completely embarrassed myself, please keep reading and watching so I may have some redemption…

What you see when you open my front door (after)

My kitchen table (after)

The kitchen sink (after)

That's right, the floor has been mopped too!

The living room (after) yes, my son watches Strawberry Shortcake, what's it to you?

living room from a different angle

Back of the love seat (after)

The hall (after)

Kids bathroom

The Girls' room (after) and a smiling baby to boot!

Carson's room (after HE cleaned it)

My bedroom (after)

My bed after all the laundry was folded and put away
Now that you have seen the real me, I will be able to tell my true friends from the fakes. The ones who hang their head in shame upon seeing me are not friend worthy.