I am sorry for every sock I left on the floor.
Every sneaker kicked off at the door.
Every notebook of paper sprawled and neglected on the kitchen table.
Every half-drank soda left on a side table.
Every time I didn’t appreciate all you did to keep our house from looking like a tornado spun through it, daily.
Every week Matt and I scratch our heads and wonder who the people are who came through our house and trashed it.
Every few days, we roll up our sleeves and put it back together and breathe a collective sigh of relief and say “There! Now let’s try really hard to keep it this way.”
Every few days…
(Seriously, anyone got any tricks for keeping your house put together during a busy week? Jamie Forsey, I’m looking at you.)