Can’t you just see this door hanging from the conveyors in Monsters, Inc? This is a door to an alternate reality, one that I’ve given up fighting, and am just resigning myself to as a reality. As a matter of fact, I took a look around my house, and just threw my hands up in resignation to the whole fruitless struggle. My kids are busy, messy and very creative. I was too. Oh heck, I AM still- my own creative messes take over the house somtimes, so how can I come down on the kids for doing what they see mama do? So I took some shots around the house. There is exactly one room in my house that’s clean and neat- and even that one has plastic Easter stickers on the window. What’s your house look like? (and I honestly don’t know how mamas have well-designed interiors when they have little kids around… I just don’t get it. I envy. But I don’t get it.)
Here’s what lies beyond that Monster’s Inc. door:
The boys’ beds and accumulated artwork on the walls.
Abby’s creative process in full force:
Abby’s drawings this morning, a bumblebee cat, a dog with a crown, and the solar system:
My one clean room: