April 23, 2017

Day 113

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. 

Always.

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.