My Kitchen's a Mess

I’ve got 25 minutes before work.

My kitchen is a mess.

There are strange sticky marks on the sitting room floor.

There’s toothpaste all over the bathroom sink.

There’s an odd smell coming from the press in the corner of the kitchen.

There’s a mountain of laundry to be done.

I somehow spilled coffee on my hair.

My son has just dragged a large basket of little cars into the already messy kitchen and upended it on the floor.

I got a nee naw (police car) right on that funny little bone on your ankle that makes your tummy feel funny, but not in a good way, when it’s hit and Lightening McQueen is upside down in the cat’s water bowl.

The cat is thirsty and won’t touch water with Lightening McQueen in it, because in fairness, she has no idea where else that car has been.

I’m just sitting here blogging.

Honestly?

I could care less.

The kids are healthy, my other half and I are healthy. Our parents, siblings, cousins, uncles, aunts, nieces and nephews are healthy and even my 93 year old grandmother is doing ok.

So who cares if the kitchen is a mess?

Not I.

I will give the cat fresh water though, she will appreciate it and I can’t be a complete lazy lump can I?

Happy Monday everybody.