I have a hard time abiding a mess. Yes, a toddler is a challenge for me. Preschool helps; since starting I am ashamed to admit that our art projects have taken a definite dive. So, yesterday (before the nasty funk enslaved the house) I let her go, all the while chanting to myself, “it is washable…it is washable…”. And it was. I am merely posting this to prove that, under the right witching hour circumstances I am, in fact, able to let go and let girl.



Oh, the mess.

And mostly, to be honest, I got through it because of this: