Someday

Someday, I'll have a basement that my son can actually go into, with a playroom for him where he can play on his own safely. It won't be filled with piles of crap, balanced precariously. I won't pull muscles trying to get to the laundry area or the freezer. I'll be able to see the carpet. The carpet won't have remnants of cat puke on it. (The cat has been dead since November 2010.) Everything will have a place, everything will be in its place. We will only keep what we need. There won't be garbage bags of clothing (Moe's, some too big, some too small) open and spilling out everywhere. Hell, there won't be boxes of garbage spilling out everywhere.

But right now, I'd settle for clean bedsheets.