I feel as though scotch tape (not the dollar store kind, the good stuff) is what is holding my brain together.
The other day, I was sorting clothes:
And packing boxes that I picked up from the grocery store:
(if you can't decipher what this mess is, it's is a pile of empty boxes in our school room)
There's just a lot to do right now. Sorting, packing, selling, buying, tossing....
And that's okay. I try not to stress about it. Really.
But here's what my helpful children were doing in the backyard:
What makes boys decide to dig a hole? And not just any hole, a big hole. You can't tell from this pic, but it's BIG!
I found out however, it is not a hole.
"It's a bunker, Mom! To play war!!"
Oh goodness. I think I'll go crawl in it.