I reached a new parenting low yesterday evening:  I let my children eat on the living room floor, picnic style, all because I was too tired to clean up the kitchen table.  I was even too tired to make my children clean up the mess as well.

Look at this mess.  It’s as if a herd of drunken hobbits had an arts and crafts party here.

Filthy, artsy hobbitses.

And see here?  They drew a picture of themselves journeying towards Mount Doom.

That’s it.  I’m calling my kitchen table Mt. Doom from now on.