In the morning I clean the house. Usually, that process concludes with a dustpan filled with glitter and crayon nubbins.
Jeanne and I go to work and Lyla goes to school. Then, at the end of the night I clean up again, and the danged dustpan is filled with glitter and crayon nubbins again.
I wouldn't have it any other way...
In unrelated news, I received the most bizarre rejection letter today. I'll have to write a post on it when I have a little more time (finals week, then back to the fulltime grind next week)...
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