This is my living room, taken at maybe 5:45 am. What IS all that shit?
two, no, on closer inspectionSIX barbies
- broken box + various pieces to the girls’ favorite board game which is now pretty much garbage though I did see Willow with it the other day playing a game with Lego guys and the game board (not pictured here)
- dirty socks
- BIN FOR TOY STORAGE hahahaha
- homework on couch
- DVD from library
- some kind of flyer for some kinda kid thing
- plastic dog
- at least one remote control
I walk in and see that and I want to kick a hole in the wall. Messes like that make me so cranky. It’s not that time-consuming to get it put up, really, but we didn’t get to it last night because we had other things to do. Like have long discussions about proper language usage (you can’t call a parental figure an asshole or a bastard — even if you firmly believe with all your sincere and angsty heart that they are acting like one) that left me aching for the days when cookies! and juice! and maybe A BALLOON could turn around a shitty family moment in nothing flat.
Things got worse tonight before they got better. But they did get better. The living room even got cleaned up and then messed up again, and tomorrow it will look pretty much like it did today, but with a slightly different cast of characters splayed underfoot.
I’ll miss that someday, won’t I? Someday I will wake up to a quiet house and I’ll look at my fabulously stripey-painted, clean hardwood living room floor and it will make me cry. There is just no pleasing me.