Sunday night I had the house in a state of near perfection. Now I have pesach dishes/boxes of bad onion matzah, and decorations piled on some of the counters and we're eating chametz out of the giant rubbermade tub I hid it in before the holiday. Trails of cereal and chips lead through the house...as do markers and their (separate) lids. Like the kids, I want to keep playing, not stop to pick up!
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