47/365

Monday, February 16, 2015

Trust me on this one:

My kitchen was immaculately clean on Sunday.

My kitchen was also immaculately clean on Monday morning.

It was even immaculately clean when we got home from work Monday afternoon.

And then the girls asked if we could play Chopped.

"Sure," I said.

Famous last words.

It's only 6:20 on Monday evening, and now my kitchen looks like a war zone.

Positively reproachable.


Le sigh...

No comments :

Theme by: Pish and Posh Designs