12 and half man hours later, yes, count them, the bedroom is habitable once again. Mind you, we will be still be cleaning up feathers for years. They are still floatin' on the breeze, stuck inconspicuously in the carpet, on the walls, tangled in hair on my children's head, but we are definitely on the mend. For the past two nights, My youngest and my son have had to sleep on the floor of the other two's bedroom. (Also, did not get cleaned up until today.) This is what I found the other morning when I went to wake them. When they look like that, you instantly forgive them, that is of course, until you go back to cleaning up the feathers.
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