Yesterday I cooked in a hurry, which always means a big mess, and then left the house in a rush. We got home just in time to put the kids to bed, so I couldn't clean the kitchen. This morning, Sarah made breakfast for her daddy all by herself. Big mess piled on top of previous mess. When I came into the kitchen today, it looked like an F4 tornado of filth had hit it. I looked around and thought how disgusted my mother would be. This is not the way she raised me. She's the opposite of the disorganized pig I turned out to be.
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