if you can't say something nice...

We have yet to clean and unpack since we got back from Nate's Parent's home on Sunday.

I'm not really motivated to do it all at once.  

A little here, and a little there.

In the mean time, I have been tripping over bags and boxes, 

stepping on toys and books.

There is no place to walk.

And when it's not a bag or toy or shoe I'm tripping over, 

it's a child.

As I was going back and forth getting laundry and dishes done, 

I was tripping over the same mess.

Again and again and again.

This did not motivate me to clean it up.

It did motivate me however to yell in frustration,

"this house is too damn small."

I know, not appropriate.

Seconds after this left my mouth,

Beckham is running around the room with his G.I Joe singing,

"this house is too damn small, this house is too damn small."

Add it to the top of my 

"things that I'd like to start doing or stop doing in the New Year"

list.

It's getting rather long.