Like many or even most parents, I absolutely abhor the amount of garbage that seems to come with children, but not in a fun "but wait, there's more!" kinda way. The toys, the diapers, the food and food packaging, the containers, the books1, the assortment of things and materials left helter-skelter all over my house on every surface, but especially the floor and the parts of the floor where we walk the most.
helter skelter, she's coming down fast
I just looked up the lyrics to the Beatles' Helter Skelter and let me tell you I struggled to find a pertinent-enough quote. So, “she's coming down fast” but not in a fun way like the song implies, but in a painful way because she's tripping over all the shit left in the middle of all floors, yet somehow is camouflaged enough to cause tripping?!
I've started to …
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