Yesterday, my husband tried to ask me nicely not to leave open bananas laying on the counter when I leave with the kids for the day. Something about attracting large numbers of flies. Something about please and he’d really appreciate it. Whatever. I’ve given myself a free pass on any and all criticism for the next two or three days. Because, for real, that’s my reward for running the house by myself for five weeks. Yes, the carpet's very dirty. Yes, the laundry is out of control. But everyone’s alive aren’t they? And the house didn’t burn down, did it? Let’s keep our eyes on the prize here, people.
Although, seriously, our carpet is insanely dirty. My three year old gave my one year old a container of orange jello-y stuff and he walked around the house slowly spilling it everywhere. And there was a marker incident in the living room. And dining room. And someone threw up in the hall. I’m thinking a dog but who knows.