The laundry isn't finished.
The dishes haven't been put away.
My broom glances at me accusingly from behind the dust bunnies.
The dog is shedding on the floor.
Dinner is not in the oven.
Treats for tomorrow have not been baked.
My desk overfloweth with clutter.
My bathroom looks like something from a horror film.
I can't see my sewing machine because the detritus of living is piled on top of it.
Windows are dirty.
Mirrors have tiny toddler handprints.
The potty chair could use a good detailing.
But some days, just some days, it's better to drop it all, go to the park, and let the toddler slide.
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