Why I love when my house is a disaster.
This is our playroom, and every other room looks just as bad! Isn’t it glorious? My house looks like I had a party with whirling dervishes that appeared out of each of my full laundry baskets. But while I hate the mess itself, I love the reason. It’s work. I’m so busy with work (www.abaskmktg.com) that I’ve been working every night until the wee hours. Mike and I have consisted on sandwiches and soup. I spent thirty minutes grocery shopping and most of it is frozen sodium-rich bags of fat filled goodness. All this crap in my stomach and my home gives me the warm and fuzzies, from the first ounce of breaded chicken nugget to the small pile of crushed goldfish living in the creases of my couch.
So, if I ask you over and you see this, remember to say congrats!