This is the couch in my front room. Notice how meticulously the slipcover fits its berth. That pile neatly lain atop? Why, that's my late-July project, and just in time: storing the winter clothes.
Sink. I usually leave the dishes overnight, and the reason is that I like to load the dishwasher in the morning, after the gym, whilst listening to the radio.
This modern art piece was created by
my genius son, not yet three years old.
We call it,
"Bits O' Cheddar [as an Embellishment to the Stairs]".
And then there's this. Ratty ol' onesie (day 2 or 3 with that, who knows). Brother's boxer shorts (why does he have boxers? He wears diapers.). Droopy diaper (= peep on the table). Banana peel. Crackers. Chewing on sister's preschool nametag. OH YEAH, and she's on the table, and I don't know how she got up there or how long she's been there.You know . . .
Livin' The Dream.
8 comments:
I linked here from Segullah. Thank you thank you thank you for taking pictures of what a real home looks like!!!!!! You made me feel less alone in my messy existance.
That is a whole lot of awesomeness.
Instead of feeling horrified or that I should call social services, I just feel a deep longing to be there. Homesickness for my home-away-from-home.
I LOVE IT!! Thanks for making me feel at home....
Dang girl, you are brave! I thought I was looking at pictures of my own house! Can I just say (and echo the comments above) that I'm so grateful-and happily pleased-that I am not alone in the crazy chaos of motherhood!
"Livin' the dream" is right!
yes, yes, yes and yes.
I am much more often than not, a morning dish-doer as well. When are we opening our Bollywood Dance Studio?
As soon as li'l c gets fired.
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