People, all I ask is that there is one small section of square footage in my house that is not innundated with cars, dogs, little boys, pee on seats, dirt, stickerburrs, puzzle pieces and orange peels.
JUST. ONE. PLACE.
When I moved into the Avenue Liz House, I decided it would be my bathroom. The bathroom is tiny, tucked away, mostly jacuzzi tub and a tiny sink, sloped ceilings...my tub is adorned with pictures of my girls, feathered candle holders, lotions, scrubs, candles and bubbles. MY. SPACE.
Get it?
Then I looked in the mirror this morning. Curling iron in one hand, coffee mug in the other.
And I looked down at my feet. Dog curled up. Child with "CARS 2 IN 3-D" book, a bowl of oatmeal in his jammies.
I have lost this battle.
No boys allowed. Right.
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