Sometimes I Think My Life Might Make A Good Reality Show.

I wish you could see my house right now.

Or maybe I don't.

I guess if I really wanted you to see it, I'd go get my camera and take some pictures or video to go along with this post.

But I'm not.

I don't have the energy to find my camera right now.

I was parenting solo tonight. At the last minute a friend called Jason and asked him to go see a movie. I sent him with my blessing, he needs more nights like that. Anyway, in the process of parenting solo...my house was destroyed.

The decorative balls from the dining room vases are in three different rooms.

The couch cushions have been rearranged into some sort of fort.

The playroom looks like a tornado hit it.

There are dirty dishes in the sink.

There are boxes of foil/saran wrap/wax paper in the living room.

There pieces of glue covered paper stuck to the craft table.

There are wet diapers and dirty clothes on my bed.

All of this happened in 3 hours.

Even I am shocked.

There is some good news.

They are asleep.