My house doesn't always look like this.
Tonight after dinner I was debating which of my new craft projects I was going to blog about (yes, there are several) and I looked around my house and just took a moment to judge myself.
I don't know if you can actually judge yourself, but I did.
Let me give you a quick tour.
Our table is full of crafting supplies including paint, mason jars and plastic bags. Every bag is empty.
And this is pretty much what Gracie's toy box looks like every day....half empty. Because the rest of her toys are randomly placed around the entire house.
The hammer and wire cutters are also sitting there like they do every day. Just kidding. I used them to work on a craft project...3 days ago.
Covered in shredded toys. Because Gracie shreds EVERYTHING.
But how could such a small dog create such a large mess!?
BELIEVE IT. Here is a recent photo of our devil dog with a tennis ball she decided to shred all over our bed.
A tennis ball. In my sheets.
Take a look at the other side of our bedroom.
My clothes. Everywhere. Mostly because I had a bunch of clean laundry that I realllllly didn't want to fold last night. "Let's just pile it up and forget it ever existed!"
Under the bed...currently full of shredded kleenexes courtesy of Gracie Belle Raines. It is shocking how many she can find in 3 days. Yes, you guys. I inconveniently vacuumed under there 3 DAYS AGO. It's an uphill battle.
You probably didn't even know I had a guest room. It's ok, sometimes I forget I even have one. Mostly because I shoved a bunch of stuff in there when we moved 6 months ago and literally nothing has been touched since.
So, ya. Life isn't perfect.
My house is a mess. Gracie has been playing with a squeaky squirrel for the past hour (shoot me). My dining room is currently half painted. And I should probably be eating a chicken salad but instead I am eating this.
I also just texted my husband this photo to be a little punk while he is away tonight. "I DO WHAT I WANT!"
He hasn't responded yet. I'll keep you posted.
It's been a day of rebellion. Somehow I find that a tiny bit exhilarating.
If you need me, I will be lounging around my pigsty of a house for the rest of the evening, drinking straight from the milk carton and throwing my clothes all other the place like a crazy person.
Until next time.