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September 16, 2008

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There is, at this moment, in my living-room:

1. One yellow sand-pail's worth of Little People arranged around the LP farmhouse.

2. Said yellow sand-pail, underneath the flower table.

3. A dozen stuffed animals dumped haphazardly on the floor between the coffee table and the couch.

4. One large Wedgits "cake toy" arranged in a manner using several tricky angles perched precariously in the centre of the floor.

5. Three kitchen chairs, a small black folding chair and a couch cushion arranged into a square cat house.

6. A promotional gingerbread boy toy from the third Shrek movie containing cards that confer superpowers (such as flight) and a promotional Candyland toy including a special magnetic candycane on the coffee table.

7. One white doll's bootie between the lion chair and the big chair.

8. A calico critter's bedroom set including bunk bed arranged next to the playground set.

9. A pair of old science experiments on the kitchen table: two small bowls of water, one of which has dissolved in it a few teaspoons of salt, and the other of sugar. I believe we are waiting for the water to evaporate. This may take time.

10. Two sport socks the size of my palms underneath the kitchen table.

11. A piece of neon-green cardstock with "BEYOND" written on it in dark green pencil crayon underneath the stuffed animals.

12. A paint press (Francesese term for a book which you "paint" with water, making images appear), and beside it a small bowl of water and two brushes, all on the kitchen table.

13. A three-year-old pair of thick eyeglasses with pink hooks to wrap around the ears, between the Little People and the stuffed animals, on the floor.

14. Two small, filthy sandals, encrusted with sand, beneath the coffee table.

15. On the couch, one mother, clearly exhausted, remembering only now (again) that she meant to teach her daughter how to put her own toys away.


Posted by Andrea at September 16, 2008 7:22 PM under Single Momming

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Poor sweetie. I gather she had a lot of "work" to do today? If only we could all be the dynamo of productivity that Frances is... ;)

Posted by: Greg, aka theboyfriend at September 16, 2008 8:13 PM

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Sounds like home. How's it going, anyway? Obviously exhausting...

Posted by: Kia at September 16, 2008 8:41 PM

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Sounds my living room.

Posted by: cinnamon gurl at September 17, 2008 12:21 PM

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I'll be right over to help you straighten, honey. A mess like that would have me all anxious (because *I* have issues). Which is why I can't teach my kids to clean very effectively--I'm too anal to let anyone else do it.

Posted by: Gwen at September 17, 2008 2:08 PM

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Gosh, sounds like my living room. ONly throw in some baby stuff too for kicks

Posted by: TT at September 18, 2008 6:35 PM

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