I spy with my little eye…No, wait. Don’t play that game with this picture. I don’t need you acknowledging the underwear on the floor and stuffed in the couch cushions. In my defense, Violet likes to play dress up with her underwear.
Repeat after me: It’s okay if my house is a mess, it’s okay if my house is a mess, it’s okay if my house is a mess…
Alternate Version (for those of you with no children): It is not okay if my house is ever messy because I have no excuse.
I honestly have no idea how my house ever got messy before we had Violet and Henry. No idea.