Surviving summer.

The sun is peeking in through the blinds.  I slowly open one eye.  Where did I end up this time?

I peer through my one opened eye. A mountain of stuffies.  Unicorn pajamas on the floor.  Robert Munsch books strewn about.   Ah yes.  My daughter’s room.

I’m not sure if any other families are struggling with the zero routine of summer holidays?