Just this morning, my wife Holly caught me red-handed straightening up my 12 year-olds room.
This, not 2 hours after we both communicated to our precious Katie in no uncertain terms that she would go no where, see no one, do no thing until she removed the ½ eaten sandwich, empty sprite cans, soiled laundry . . . and only the Creator knows what else… to reveal what once was, and could be again a nicely appointed pre-teen bedroom.
As Holly observed (and shared in a…