It's called grass.
And hot pink toes.
And shadows. Spring shadows.
I ran outside to feel some sunshine on my back in between... TIDYING!
Today I've spent the bulk of the day re-discovering our floor. Liberating it from a massive pile of crap. Crap that I have ruthlessly been tossing into the bin. Very unlike me. But when I don't have two smalls around, I am prone to get a little ruthless, toss some toys, toss some crap. File some bills (oh baby, I know how to have a great time). Mop the floors, crank up Lily Allen, tidy the house.
Hot damn. Mondays are full of miracles. We do indeed have a living room floor. And you can now walk on it.