Last week Cakes came home from preschool and wandered around the house for a bit while I was in the kitchen. I heard her yell for me, in an oddly happy voice.
"Whaaaaat?" I yelled down the hall.
She came around the corner with a huge smile on her face and said "Your room looks SO pretty!"
I put down the sponge and headed towards my room with her in tow. What the hell could she mean? My room was one day shy of a national disaster. We had accepted a contract on our house a week earlier and I was on strike. Laundry lay everywhere. Books were scattered about. Nothing was where it belonged.
I walked into my room to find it exactly as I remembered it. So messy I wouldn't let a blind person in. Not because I was afraid they would trip. No. More like I was afraid they might miraculously regain their sight when they were in my room and they would be so taken aback by the eyesore, it would blind them all over again.
"Doesn't it look bee-yoo-ti-ful, Mom?"
"Hmmm" I stammered as I looked around.
She stood next to my nightstand, averting her sparkly eyes to the side, silently urging me to look.
There on top of a sweater that didn't belong on a nightstand sat one cardboard and pipe cleaner flower made at preschool that day.
I have to admit, it was a nice touch.
"You're right, Cakes. Mommy's room does look pretty!'
Now I just have to convince her to make me a couple more flowers, one for the bathroom and one for the kitchen.
Photo Friday theme this week is "Organized". I didn't have the heart to submit that photo, so I chose two different ones, from outside the house.