That's right. Rocks. In a bag. Bags of rocks. What am I supposed to do, tell the kids they can keep whichever rocks have names? That's what we used to do with the stuffed animals (they all had names. Every single one.)
On the plus side, I can now open and close the storage closet door again. On the minus side, my dining room table is covered with crap to donate, give away or sell (which might give me another Facebook Groups blog post, so maybe it's a plus after all).
Also, here is a picture of Lucy objecting to me reading instead of paying attention to her:
She's extremely clingy right now and periodically driving me crazy, but I love her.
Alright, back to stressing over election results.