Those seven letters strung together defeat me. The never-ending piles strewn to and fro; in the bedroom, in the hallway, in the other bedroom, in the basement, in the bathroom, on the stairs, in the laundry room… pretty much anywhere BUT where they should be. Life just gets busy and the busy keeps you from noticing those piles so much.
I suppose I should care more. I suppose I should wrangle it all together. But it is defeating. Especially when you have a four-year old. A four-year old who doesn’t always remember where it belongs either. Especially when it is particularly unclean. So, naturally, she places it in a place I shall never find it.
Until I catch a whiff while we are on the floor playing in her room. My eyes start to water as I get closer and discover, much to my chagrin, that right there, stuffed behind the books on her bookshelf, is a crumpled and crusty pair of Dora the Explorer undies.
I am defeated before I even begin.