It's cool and windy here in Colorado Springs. The vacuum is calling but, so far, I've resisted. The doggie nose art on the windows is impressive but starting to gross me out. The dust bunnies are organizing with military precision. They've already conquered; what more could they want? Hostages? Are they evolving?
And don't get me started on my son's room. An entire family of raccoons could be living in that mess and eating the crusted remains off the plates he leaves on the floor. The other day he had the shell of an entire watermelon rooting in there. (I put my foot down and insisted he get rid of it.)
The boy may be messy but he's easy. Kevin can wear his clothes all day, sleep in them, then get up and put on a pair of shoes and be ready for school. There's no fuss about wrinkles, cleanliness, or hygiene (on his part, at least). Sigh. It's a guy thing.
But it's cool and windy, and I'm trying to wean myself off Days of Our Lives, so I'm gonna grab a broom (not the one I use for my commute) and attempt to excavate the kitchen floor. Wish me luck!