And then I left it, for no more than 10 minutes, to clean the kitchen. When I came back, it looked like this.
When I was a kid, I was made fun of for very carefully stacking and arranging my Christmas presents next to me, as I opened them.
Sophie, on the other hand, has no interest in keeping her picture books alphabetized, her dresses arranged in accordance with the color wheel or the lids to her Play-Doh on tight (we’re actually working on that last one).
Therefore, I can only blame Andy for this.
“Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing.” —Phyllis Diller