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Taking the Coat Off the Pajamas

When we were looking for a new house two years ago, I was very much hoping we’d find one with a proper mud room area. We were living in a typical 1960s-era split level, so when we entered the house, we walked right into our kitchen/dining area. There was no convenient place to store the uniform shoes/jackets/backpacks the kids used every day, and it’s embarrassing to say that we needed a spot. We’re all droppers: there’s not a natural neat-nick in this family, though we keep trying to pretend that gosh no, there are no clothes/shoes/bags all over the floor behind that closed door. We are IMMACULATE. (Remember this in a few sentences, okay?) When we saw this house, then–the one we’re living in now–I was super excited to discover that there was, in fact, a blessed, glorious, mud room. Actually, it wasn’t so much a room as a built-in shelving unit shoved against the wall opposite the garage door, but to me, it was paradise. The first thing I did after we moved in was…

We’ll Just Buy a New House When They’re Grown

There’s crayon all over my white sofa table.  And apparently, on my coffee table.  Oh, and marker on the couch, and it won’t come out. In the family room, you’ll see an unidentifiable stain I just found on the family room sofa in the spot where Saoirse usually sits.  Not quite sure how that happened. My children are with me all day.  Which means that this morning, I have pulled sheets out of the dryer only to discover that I also washed one stuffed animal, three plastic hair clips and a Carter’s price tag.  I have had to roll one of those lint brush things over Quinn, then just give up and  change her clothes anyway, because her newfound penchant for rolling around on Luca makes for some furry baby clothes.  Later, I was at the grocery store, putting some produce into a reusable bag, only to pull out a pair of SK’s flip-flops in front of a dumbfounded (and slightly grossed-out) cashier. I’ve discovered chalk dust on dining room chairs, melted crayon in my baby’s nose, my favorite sandals in a toy bin…