My house looks like Christmas threw up in it.

The baby smells like sh*t.
The kids are fighting over one of Elliot's toys.
Tennyson doesn't want to pick up his gazillion army guys.
There is somehow laundry everywhere.
Don't even get me started on the box of stuff that was dumped out in the front entrance.

I just want to go back to bed and let them raise themselves for a day. Is that so horrible?

Comments

Neodad said…
This is NOT so horrible. I know what you mean.

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