A disorganized week

Truman picking out digger books at the library

Some weeks, our family is organized. The meals are planned. The schedule is clear.

But not this week. This week was all about frozen food, scrambling at the last minute, and letting the house go to total sh*t. In fact, there is a half deflated air mattress in our den that has been there for seven days. We forgot to pull the garbage to the curb. Jason has no clean boxers. Truman can't find his baby doll.

And for some reason, it feels great.