Sarah and her girls rushed out a while ago for work and school and now the house is quiet as a mouse.Well ... except for the Paul Thorn music I have blasting!!!
I'm waiting on inspiration ... which obviously has an appointment somewhere else.
After a great long weekend together they leave ... and I've developed a ritual of meandering into their rooms ... straightening up the messes little girls make ... you know like ... a Fed EX truck full of dresses, designer jeans and underwear EXPLODING in a 12 by 14 room ... clothing is everywhere.
"Which one of your rooms is going to make me curse first?" I sweetly ask before they leave.
"Probably mine," Maddie the 13 year old confesses stuffing another doughnut in her mouth while taking a "Selfie."
I already know without saying anything that she's right.
And she is.
Sarah is a very meticulously, organized, diligent mother, individualizing their laundry in baskets with the girls names on them and asks the girls to put their clothes up.
Cassidy, the 8 year old, does a pretty good job of it ... primarily because there's no room anywhere else due to the "American Girl Dolls," random pieces of art and candy rappers occupying every square inch of floor space.
Laurel, the 10 year old, puts the basket in her closet and shuts the door ... Problem solved.
Maddie ... or "Madaster" as I call her ... because she's quite mad and reminds me of the "Tasmanian Devil" when she's pissed ... twisting through the room like the Twister in "The Wizard of Oz" ... simply dumps her basket on the bed.
I pick up the stray dolls and candy wrappers Cass leaves on the floor.
In Laurel's room, I smile and stay the Hell away from her closet or looking under her bed and tell myself, "Bless her heart! She did good."
Then I go to Maddie's door ... and hit my head against it ... because I know ... this is going to be ugly.
"HOLY SHIT!" I say out loud when I finally walk inside.
She's topped herself again!
But you know what?
They won't be back until Friday and I already miss them.
