Apparently showers are no longer a good idea if I’m home alone with my toddler. Because he thought it would be a good idea to dump my full shredder, along with pulling *everything* out of my filing cabinet. My office, which tends to be the messiest room in the house because I spend less time cleaning it, was almost ready for my mom’s visit and the arrival of Baby Violet. But now it looks like a tornado hit it and I have no idea where to even start cleaning it all up. Everything has to be refiled and somehow I have to get all of the tiny bits of paper picked up.
And did I mention I can’t bend over because of the enormous baby in the way? Yeah. Fun times.
