Unless you've got a live in maid staff or live in a fairy tale dream land where woodland creatures do the picking up then I'm betting that (even if you have no children) your house is wrecked too.
It's okay for your house to be wrecked right now. I'm sitting here in my normally pulled together living room and there are toys strewn in every open space in the living room. Toys and garbage. No, I mean real actual garbage; there is torn and crumpled wrappign paper, destroyed boxes that toys came in, bits of plastic that tied those toys into packaging, shrink wrap (seriosuly, why is there so much shrink wrap on these toys??), cardboard and... my favorite... a plate with a half-eaten slice of toast from breakfast this morning.
It's the day after Christmas. Boxing Day. The help has the day off... except I am the help.
On Christmas Eve we went to Midnight Mass, and got into bed by 2AM. Then, yesterday, we had 10 people over for brunch. So, in addition to the mess in the living room... there's also a stack of dishes as high as an elephant's eye (is that a prhase people use in real life?) and we did run the dishwasher yesterday.
But, today is a do-nothing kind of day in our house. Which means that today I sit in the mess we made yesterday. And that's ok.
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