Solo Dad Part 3
Lordy. This morning the house looks like a scene from Storm Week on the Weather Channel. I need to do a forensic analysis to identify the owner of the various objects that are randomly strewn about the house. Then I will try to recreate the circumstances in which said objects came to their resting place. What did that person think as she cast her garment, shoe, notebook, trinket, toy, marker, hair thingee, or backpack upon that particular portion of the floor? Did she think, "I can fix this bare patch." There must be 80,000 individual objects in this house and with each hour more of them migrate from shelves and closets onto the floor. I'm running the tape forward in my head and can see that in about three days I will be chest deep in random objects and may actually begin to lose sight of the youngest child. I'll just see a rustling movement in the debris. To find the little one I'll have to follow the mole-track.
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