I would love to post this picture and wax nostalgic about how in the midst of really impressive kitchen mess (created, believe it or not, just since lunch today) I felt God’s presence and fell to the ground in holy reverence.
Not so much. Kim and I have just laughed today about a four-month-old who refuses to sleep more than 45-minutes and a two-year-old with a cold who says “I have a nose runny” and a big, slobbery dog who wants to eat everything and be in the middle of everything.

Forthwith, our kitchen circa 7pm this evening. This doesn’t come close to capturing the disaster I am now off to tackle:

Anyone else have disastrous kitchen photos?