Where is fancy bread? In the heart or in the head?
My house is a mess. We need to stop doing “fun stuff” with the kids for a week and clean up. I suppose it is just part of my personality. I am very uncomfortable in a messy house. I feel claustrophobic. The mess squeezes in on me like the crowd on a rush-hour subway. I start to panic and need to clean like a madman. Usually Katie resents these moments and engages in passive-aggressive behavior and doesn’t help clean.
Some of our friends have houses that are totally geared towards the children. Toys everywhere. No furniture unless it is kids furniture. No TV or little hidden TV. Like a miniature day-care center in the house. I wonder whether it is a good thing or a bad thing. Our house is a hybrid; some kids stuff, some adult stuff. I am trying to get the kids to spend their playtime outdoors riding bikes. They are still small, but over time, this will become more of a factor.
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.
We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams.
Guess what movie we saw the other day?