So yesterday, I had the misfortune to wake up sick. I won't gross you out with the details, but I was pretty much down for the count for most of the day. I did feel slightly better by lunch time and was able to keep down a bowl of soup. My kids pretty much had free run of the house and had to fend for themselves. I probably would have felt very guilty about this if I had been able to stay upright for more than five minutes.
I wasn't able to get up and do anything until around dinner time. I had finally gotten hungry and thought that the kids had better have one full meal for the day. As I walked out of my bedroom the chaos of the day hit me in the face. There was barely any room on the floor to see the carpet. I will say that they were kind enough to keep all food in the kitchen and at the bar. I settled for having a path to their rooms last night so they could actually go to bed. So this morning I got up with anticipation of cleaning, alot of cleaning.
I would have posted some pictures, but I was bummed out enough and didn't want to add mortification on top of it. While I know everyone would understand, I really didn't want the permanent reminder. I'm hoping to forget about it soon, probably to be replaced by another, bigger mess.
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