This is what my house looks like right now.
From the overturned toy basket to the sink full of dishes. The trash needs to be taken out, and Knox just ripped off his pull-up and peed on the couch cushion. Brody has escaped up the stairs seven times since I got home two hours ago, and just hit me because I blocked attempt number eight.
The island is covered with a hodge podge of crap that didn’t fit in the category of boxes I packed or am just too lazy to take upstairs. “The Princess and the Frog” is on the TV and has become the soundtrack to my life- I hear that movie in my dreams.
My swatches of paint are spread on the floor because Knox says they’re “beeeooooooteeful!” Brody is still trying to break past me, unaware that I’m sitting in front of the stairs to keep him downstairs and in my sight. There are crumbs everywhere, and I’m pretty sure the Dyson is my favorite invention (after air conditioning).
Some days I come home and want to walk right back outside again where it’s quiet and clean. But I don’t, because even if it’s loud and a horrible mess, it’s pretty cute around here.
Now excuse me while I clean up the drink that Brody just dumped onto the kitchen floor. This is real life.
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