. . .my shoes stick to the floor and there’s a stick figure of “Daddy” drawn on my bedroom wall. Not to mention the piles of dishes and laundry awaiting my attention, the mural made with toothpaste on the bathroom wall, and the random math manipulatives located in every room of the house except the one they belong in and the fact that I have fallen off the proverbial diet wagon and am currently stuffing my face with Hershey’s kisses:

I finished the toddler car seat recovering tutorial. Yay for me. In the name of sanity, please buy it. Make the entire week of my life that I lost worthwhile.