So packing for Lads to Leaders is no small feat. It seems a bit like moving in fact. You have to take all manner of clothes, food, toys, easter goods, books, tape, camera equipment, puppets, backdrops, props, strollers, sippy cups, computer, stuffed animals, pack-and-play, blankets. Do you get the picture? It's a nightmare. Basically before we ever leave the house the place is a dump from all the running around and gathering up, and whatnot. But then when you add the mess of coming home - for.get.it. Literally when you get home you're so exhausted from the weekend that you take all the aforementioned junk and just dump it in the floor. To live forever. (or it least we do that because that's just the kind of people we are)
So to give you just a little tast of what it is like around here, I am going to give you a tiny peek into my bedroom. Please don't judge me for the akward furniture arrangement and mismatched dressers. They were a phase I was going through and am now over. thank you. amen.
If you are the person that can't turn your eyes from the trainwreck then continue with caution. If you have a weak stomach at the sight of mayhem and destruction then turn around now. NOW I TELL YOU!!!!!!!!!
So to give you just a little tast of what it is like around here, I am going to give you a tiny peek into my bedroom. Please don't judge me for the akward furniture arrangement and mismatched dressers. They were a phase I was going through and am now over. thank you. amen.
If you are the person that can't turn your eyes from the trainwreck then continue with caution. If you have a weak stomach at the sight of mayhem and destruction then turn around now. NOW I TELL YOU!!!!!!!!!
Dear Aaron, I wish I was a good housekeeper, but I am not. You married the wrong girl. I am so sorry.
It is so horrible that the camera refused to focus. It just couldn't bear the carnage.
We are talking bowels of the beast here people. The depths of the netherworld. The hadean relm.
Why is there an old TV just sitting in the middle of my floor? And what in the name of all things hobby lobby is that urn number with feathers sticking out? When did I decide that was ok?!
Apparently my room got so full that it vomitted into my bathroom.
This is about to get a little too personal, so if that makes you uncomfortable then you better head back on over to facebook now, but honestly - it is really hard for a girl to want any um.....romantic thoughts in a place that looks like this. I mean really... Plus if it gets much worse around here I am going to see no way out and resort to arson as the only way to get rid of the mess. So that being said, I'm going in. If no one hears from me by tonight then send in a search party. Or the MerriMaids. Whichever can get here first.
Wish me luck,
Cassie
Wish me luck,
Cassie
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