The washing machine hasn’t stopped running since Sunday night.
Shoes are piled in a mountain by the front door.
The refrigerator is opened and closed 4, 738 times a day.
The DVR is jam-packed with favorite Disney movies to share with her brothers and every interview involving the new Twilight movie.
A half finished Monopoly game has taken over the breakfast nook with the promise of finishing the Monopoly marathon “soon.” (But that isn’t going to happen as long as they keep trading Boardwalk for “all of your yellow properties” and being “nice” and only charging whatever you can afford – I’m raising a bunch of Democrats! – when you land on someone’s hotel.)
One minute they’re yelling and shouting at each other and the next they’re all snuggled on the couch watching Tangled.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Mess and all.
Because #1daughter is home from college and all of my babies are home under one roof.
Happy Thanksgiving, ya’ll!
I hope you have plenty of !!! in your Thanksgiving, too!