The living room is a mess. Shredded paper all over the floor, toys scattered, baskets dumped. A tornado of three children tore through the place, leaving destruction in their wake. This is only half of the chaos. There is also a brown paper path to the front door, a bucket of Legos dumped beside the couch, and crayon sharpener shreddings lightly dusted around the bottom of the staircase. It’s almost hypnotic.

And me? Well, I should be cleaning it up. But Saffron is napping, and the boys are at a friend’s house. I started the dishwasher and got the towels in the dryer. So I’m pretending that the mess isn’t there.

After all, who wants to spend their precious quiet time cleaning up? They’ll just make the mess again when they get home. I’ll make a quick sweep through before Michael gets home and hope it lasts until he walks through the door.

Hip Mountain Mama Blog has a weekly Truthful Tuesday, where she lets her less than perfect moments air out. I love the idea. I think we all should share our dirty sinks more often. Bloggers tend to be fairly vain creatures, sharing our highs while glossing over the lows.

But damn, do we have lows.

Mine is the laundry.

This is the chair, covered in Saffron’s clothes, that has been like that since Friday. Today is Tuesday, and I still haven’t put it away. Laundry is my nemesis.

If you come to my house, unannounced, on any given day, you’ll likely see a pile of laundry waiting patiently in the chair, or on the couch. And if you don’t see it, that’s because it’s still in the dryer.

Or worse, on my bed blocking me from going to sleep without putting it up first. And yes, some nights “putting it up first” means moving it to the couch or the chair.