You could walk across that floor barefoot in the dark fifty times and not step on a single Lego. There’s no peanut butter finger prints. No crayon on the walls. Books. To read. Without having to act out character’s voices or show everyone the picture 3 times. Nobody’s dirty clothes under the dining table…
I think I might have lived like that, once, before Motherhood… but after the first 3 months of sleep deprivation, the past became a haze…
Moi aussi.
Imagine the sex equipment you could hang from those without anyone being the wiser….
those rafters I meant….
Oh my…. i want it too !
i would love to live in that same room.. thats gorgeous
It’s. Sooooo. Clean.
You could walk across that floor barefoot in the dark fifty times and not step on a single Lego. There’s no peanut butter finger prints. No crayon on the walls. Books. To read. Without having to act out character’s voices or show everyone the picture 3 times. Nobody’s dirty clothes under the dining table…
I think I might have lived like that, once, before Motherhood… but after the first 3 months of sleep deprivation, the past became a haze…