I got home last night and my living room looked like this.
As you can clearly see, it doesn’t bother my children in the slightest.
This is what happens when I “start” folding the laundry and can’t get it completed because a certain 10-month-old likes to UN-fold everything I just folded. This is what I started on Sunday afternoon, but couldn’t finish because a certain 10-month-old wouldn’t nap.
I don’t know about you, but I am NOT fond disaray. I don’t like disorder. I don’t like untidiness.
I don’t mind a few things strewn here and there. A couple things out of place doesn’t bother. And yes…I have that place where things pile up. I look at if often and get that “sorting twitch”.
I DID manage to get the laundry tackled after that certain 10-month-old finally went to bed, along with her brother and her daddy. We got the toys picked up and put in their appropriate places.
I could actually see some bare spots on my floor.
I could breath again.
Is anyone else out there like me? Does your living room ever look like THAT or should I go bury my head in the sand in shame?
Tonight I’ll pour myself a glass of wine and fold some more clothes.
(And yes, I’m fully aware that I am in desperate need of window treatments. I’ve had a bolt of fabric in my storage room for two years. I just might get to that this winter… LOL! Who am I kidding?)
Peace, love and laundry HEAPS.