I spent the last two hours cleaning and rearranging Miko's room. My back is begging me to spank him for the pain and suffering it just endured. I uncovered items that left me dumbfounded. Speechless, even.
Carefully cut out scraps of magazines stuffed in pencil bags, one of Maridee's dresses from last summer, my old journal filled with notes, schemes and pictures that I DIDN'T WRITE OR DRAW, a martian action figure missing a leg, an hour later...his leg, the tiny bird we lost from the Advent Calendar in 2010, one slipper...never found its match, 6 zhu zhu hamsters that wouldn't shut up once they were unintentionally activated, an old wallet full of one dollar bills, a baby Jesus, my mom's pocket notebook with our Christmas gifts listed and my grammas meds list, a wad of hair that I can only assume had been neatly trimmed off a pony's tail and a disembodied bobble-head which was really just the tip of the iceberg.
I feel as though I am living with the human version of a trash pilfering raccoon or one of those birds that make their nests out of the underwear they steal off some old lady's clothesline. What the crap is going on here??
