Mom, the curse worked

So you know the stand-up routine "Bill Cosby: Himself"? (I hope so, as it's the greatest comedic performance ever.) You know the part where he talks about parents cursing their children by saying, "I hope you have children to grow up just like you?" Well...thanks, Mom. I have been cursed.

Tonight, as I was settling Avery into her room for the night, I made the mistake of looking under her bed for a book. Not only could I not see a book, but I couldn't see anything amidst the rubble. It was astounding. Toys, clothes, crumpled paper, dried markers, and empty cups as far as the eye could see. I let out a little gasp, then opened one of her desk drawers. I guess I should say attempted to open. I needed the Jaws of Life to pull those suckers out. They were too crammed full of books, paper, CDs, trash, dolls, and who knows what else. Whimper. Then, a glimpse into her closet revealed a mountain of clothes off their hangers and toys scattered everywhere. Ugh. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree....

Signed,
A semi-reformed slob