The house has fallen apart.
It has been a few weeks since your visit.
I was pretty proud of myself for keeping this place clean for as long as I did.
But that is over now.
The tornadoes I call children have finally done too much damage.
(I had nothing to do with it I swear)
There is just stuff everywhere.
Clean laundry on the floor.
Dirty laundry on the floor.
Mail piled up.
And the toys…there are toys everywhere.
No place is safe,
Not even the toilet.
Mom, I need you.
I’m so sorry that I destroyed what you worked so hard to create.
A clean home.
I am just not as good as you.
That skill just eludes me.
I need help.