When husband and I clean we get into a grumpy mood, huffing and puffing like, “How did our house get like this?” We both know it’s our fault but we won’t admit it out loud. That would make it real.
Went to Target to get milk. Came out with $200 worth of things I didn’t know I needed. Harper says “We better tell Daddy we’ve shopped way too much when he gets home.” Oops.