our belongings are strung amid mess, socks, and sawdust.
The club banner and name signs reside
on the suburban front seat
beneath the sheep cards, shears and rakes.
The laundry is strewn like dandelion fluff,
trailing through the kitchen and into the hall.
Kids are asleep still wearing their boots.
(They've been warned that I don't care if they wear thongs on their feet- my job's to make sure they don't forget the sheep).
Dining's not an option at the dining room table.
Archaeological digs might find layers of paper, glue, felt, stickers, and lotion (don't ask).
Our poor dog is lost in all the commotion.
The kitchen remodel is coming along.
Luckily, food's not a priority, there are more important tasks.
Thank goodness record books were due early.
Now if only we can keep them looking neat and pretty
Until they reach the club display booth.
Things feel way too in control tonight-
Surely something remains to be done, but for now... I'm headed to bathe and make myself smell girly.