poetry falcon's Post

we end up downstairs which is good so i can hang the diaper shells to dry and get the pods in the dryer as they play with amalgamations of myriad donated toys that we are so fortunate to possess and will be gifting forward and i scoop the litter box and empty the dehumidifiers before we bring the gigantic box of tiny legos up the stairs to build different realms and i sneak off for a quick shower while they're occupied and i don't hear anyone screaming while i cleanse this two day old dirty body but i come out and there's some trouble nothing we can't handle as we decide we are all. wet hungry and chicken tenders are in the menu
By: via poetry falcon