If you came to my house today, you would find:
A dishwasher full of clean dishes and a sink full of dirty ones.
Clean laundry sitting in the dryer, patiently waiting for Dewrinkle Cycle one of six before finally being folded and put away.
Toys. Everywhere. Everywhere.
One child watching television, spinning in circles, making messes, beating on his brother, getting into mischief, giving hugs and kisses, and pooping in his underwear.
One child crawling on the floor, playing with small objects, being beaten upon, whining, fussing, crying, and laughing.
Occasional non-violent interaction between said children (win).
A mommy with a headache, half-ignoring her children, completely ignoring the mess, closing the blinds to the brilliant sunshine and lazily blogging on her computer.
Not my best day. Not my worst either.