My House is Trashed.

My house is trashed. Really. We're not talking just a little messy. We are talking kiddos are out of clothes and we are out of laundry detergent. We are talking we are out of room on the counter tops. We are talking can't walk down the hall without tripping. I would take pictures of the mess but I can't find the camera. Really.


Now you are saying that it is because of the holidays and all houses get a little messy because of the disruption of schedules, parties, kids home and spouses not at work. Yep. We have that and because a few other issues I will not discuss here. (Feel free to click on link to catch up).


So, in my effort to start getting Indyworld back to normal, I couldn't wait to send Ryan back to school tomorrow. Thank goodness my sister asked when they went back to school last week on the phone. I checked our public school schedule and couldn't believe my eyes. Not until TUESDAY. What? Who does that? Definitely not a mom. Nope. Had to be a man that make that decision.


So now, the laundry will wait. The decorations will be 1/2 put away. I won't get to my thank you notes and their names will stay on my list. I will find socks for tomorrow for the kids. Clean underwear must be somewhere. I will try to stay sane one more day. I may medicate with chocolate and Coca-Cola. But, I will make it one more day. Man.