I've complained about messiness in my world before and you know I'm not a fan of it.
But as I look around my bedroom, I see nothing but crap everywhere (not literally). There's a spoon on the floor next to a lid of PlayDoh. The Dora chairs are knocked over, the Dora table is covered in crayons and DVDs. The toy box has overflowed and has spewed toys EVERYWHERE.
It's enough to make a mother go mad.
Now I see what my mother was complaining about with me and my million Barbie dolls.
I have a pile of clean laundry on the floor of the closet and I have a pile of dirty laundry waiting for me by the door.
The play kitchen in the corner is covered in writing journals, ABC flash cards and a red hat.
Just viewing the destruction that comes with three days of the whole family being sick makes me want to claim I'm still sick and hide under the covers.
Think I could get away with it?
Me neither. I'm going to have to suck it up and get my vacuum to suck the rest up.
Anyone want to help?
p.s. If you're in Central Florida this weekend, join me for Playground Magazine's Music and Arts Festival on Sunday. It's guaranteed to kick some tushy.
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