Messin' with a clean reality

My bedroom is downstairs. 

 

I reach some level of awareness, alertness, consciousness about the top step.

 

My pupils have just about dilated properly and begun to focus by the top step as well.

 

In my dreams....................I get to the top step every morning and this is what I see.

 

 

 

Jealous? 

 

Don't be it is all a figment of my imagination.  A dream.  An oasis in the desert.

 

Because this my friends...............................

 

is reality.

 

 

 

I once had a grand idea that I would NEVER go to bed with dirty dishes in the sink.

 

I didn't do so well.

 

I have also attempted: 

 

"Leaving the mess. Enjoying my children now, because they grow up so fast.."

 

And

 

"Thank you God for my little darlings and the precious little messes they make."

 

But. Dang it. 

 

Sometimes I just want to have clean dishes.

 

 

This post should ease your mind that my life is clean and void of any mess....physical and otherwise! 

 

 I live in a messy reality.