This is my dresser. While cleaning today I decided to shove the Netflix disc we never use into my top drawer because that's where stuff goes when I don't know where it goes. Then I looked at it and realized: this is my life. Look how neat and normal the top of my dresser looks. I rarely have a huge mess on TOP of my dresser but my entire life I've had a top drawer just like this one. No one sees that mess. What is in there anyways? I was so ashamed I shut the drawer so I couldn't even tell you.
|Once again, picture has nothing to do with post except look at the apron my mom bought Lennon!|
Me: So when you're done washing their hair, you can clean up the poop and I'll get them dressed.
Tod: (laughing) No...your responsibility is to take care of the kids and all their feces.
Me: Right except I always take care of their feces so today's my day off.
Tod cleans up the poop. The smell is so bad because can we all agree that a tub full of poop is much worse than a diaper?
Then as we're heading out the door, Lennon asks me,
"Mom, do you need to pinch a loaf?"
"DOOOO YOOOOUUUU NEEEEEED to PIIIINNNNCH a LLLLOOOAF?"
Yet we walk into church appearing to be clean and no one can hear the shouting match over poo just moments earlier. Isn't that weird? Top of the dresser clean, inside of the drawers a disaster.