...oldest child is home from university. We hauled his things from his dorm room, a single, that is half the size of our living on Saturday. Why then does my living room look like a flea market? How did he manage to fit all this stuff into such a tiny space? To be fair, we had to ride in the Suburban yesterday to church so everything was hastily stored in the living room. But I want my ordered life back! Funny how one more child back home can wreak havoc quickly. Humph!
*room above is not my living room, though it bears a striking resemblance*