Note the rug kicked back from the door, the toys piled beside, the flip flops in front and the barking dog on the other side. You might also note the measuring cup (for the dog’s food) peeking out from under the couch, the junk piled up on the chair and, if you are feeling strong, the deck.
But the man is coming home today and then, after a few hours in the office tomorrow, is on vacation for a week. I plan to pick through the rubble this weekend while he is around to mind the children and the dog.
I want to live in that place where order and tidiness do not involve child abuse, but I have learned through extensive research, that Day 9 of Paul out of the country is not the day to try.