Here's the state of my house.
From the microwave stand in my kitchen where I cannot find shit...really...I think something died underneath all of those piles and the only thing I'm motivated to do is to drink coffee from the colorful mugs.
To the living room that always seems to have some random group of totes, boxes, laundry piles, library books, pile of shoes, gooey abandoned suckers, and muddy stroller tracks awaiting us.
To the hands that can find all of the chalk, markers, crayons, colored pencils, glue, stickers, books, magazines, jars, and small objects that should not be put in one's mouth.
To the kitchen which on any given day is consumed by dishes in the sink and dishwasher, lids that have been loved with crayons and markers, insane amounts of pharmaceutical paraphernalia like adult and kids ibuprofen, vitamins, supplements, acetaminophen, and baby syringes. It's the craziest shit pick up pile of them all.
To the toddler's room which by the grace of God has some toys picked up but for the most part is a straight up death trap on any given day of the week.
Let's get real friends. My life just like yours is messy. I didn't have the heart to take a picture of the bathroom. No need to expose the real shit. It's just good to let it all out there because then, no one has any pretenses and when you come to visit, you'll know what you're in for.
So, please, come and visit, save me from the cleaning that I should be doing.