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.