On any given day my house looks like it has been ransacked. If anyone stopped by unexpectedly that is probably what I would tell them.
When I look around my house all I see are finger prints. On the windows, doors, cabinets, everywhere. I wonder when the time will come when I won’t see the smudges everywhere I look.
The laundry stretches down the hall and into the family room. One of my work shoes is wedged into the couch and the other is M.I.A. I routinely have to go through piles of paper on the counter to sift out what can be thrown away and what needs to be put back into the stack for me to sift through in another couple of weeks. Sometimes I find underwear on the kitchen floor. If there is a puddle of liquid I pray it is not pee. If it is brown and not moving that is even worse. Kids books, kids toys, clothes, socks and shoes. Everywhere. As far as the eye can see.