An up-close view of my living room floor.
We are a home where small children live. I do not try to hide it.
The fridge is plastered with colorful drawings and the floor is scattered with toys.
When I get frustrated, I try to remember I will blink and I'll have a perfectly manicured home, full of snacks, matching socks and an endless supply of tape and easily found scissors,
and it will be all too quiet.