The Disaster

I came home tonight to a disaster. What was this disaster, you ask? Did someone break in? No, no that wasn't it. Did a fire occur? Nope. A bomb, you wonder? Not that either. This disaster was caused by the occupants of this small, cozy house. All of the occupants to be exact. See, we have a 10 month old crawling, pulling up, mess-making child who likes to throw fits when she doesn't get what she wants.

So, the disaster I came home to tonight was this:

7 ponytail holders
9 pairs of shoes/flip flops
5 separate socks none with a match
1 set of stacking cups
12 books
6 sacks or bags of some kind
3 remotes
15 (yep you read that right) DVD cases
1 torn up box of Chex granola bars
1 lone brown toddler shoe of which a match has yet to be found

I'm sure you can sympathize with me. I'm sure that some of you my pity my lack of house cleaning skills. In my defense, the dogs did do some of this mess. And I have to say, it is tiring enough just keeping her away from things that are unsafe and not edible that when she opens cabinets and grabs for handfuls of movies. But the bottom line is; although it may look like we had a break in, or a police raid, or a bomb detonation you rest assured that we are safe. It is just another messy day in the Neal house.