After leaving the house at 8:30 am and arriving home at 7:30 pm, I came in through the garage door and saw this image.
Except what I saw was Ciera in the chair on the end in her pajamas, Rakes on the floor between the 2nd and 3rd barstool eating a bowl of ice cream and Ang in a fetching blue jogging suit at the sink on the left, elbow deep in soap suds scrubbing a crock pot.
And Trot eating a fudgecicle in the last stool by the refrigerator.
In a sweatshirt. And Bob the Builder underoos. And that was it.
How come I never saw Ward Cleaver come home to the same thing? June was always in a dress and pearls with the feather duster out and Wally and the Beav looked like they were ready to go to Communion.
Did I mention Trot had such a wicked case of bed head he looked like the demon seed of Johnny Rotten and Sid Vicious?
Dear God, please let Truck Day get here.