I am taking the liberty of cheating a wee bit in this week's My Place & Yours, the theme is "Through the front door" & well.... as what is through my front door is, quite frankly, a depressing scene of chaos, I thought I would modify it to "In front of the front door".
The 'theme queen' for this week is Femme De Montmartre, and I think that my take on it does capture some of what she describes for her theme;
"What is it you see when you enter your home? And how do you
You do not, I am sure, want to see a dumping ground of all sorts of whatnots & strewn toys & clothes... I think a lot of other mothers see that sight or one very similar every day & wish not to be reminded of it... is that not why we are perusing blogs this morning instead of cleaning up...?! And you certainly don't want to know how I feel about it!
So I thought I would share what I see when I make it to my front door after a rare & welcome trip off on my own. Le Punk. Of course.
Messy, pants-less & enthusiastic. All results of "Daddy & Punk time". How do I feel when I come home to.... this?!
Like my heart just might burst. (That could also be to do with falling off my bicycle exhausted after cycling my not very terribly fit self about town in the heat...)
I would also like to officially petition that this theme be repeated a year or so from now, I thoroughly intend to have my very own front door then, painted red, to share & gain envious stares from you all....!