last thursday morning, i was upstairs with the boys while making beds, brushing teeth, organizing laundry when i noticed a trail of blood across our hallway floor (fortunately it's hardwood flooring). niether rowan or sawyer were crying, but when i looked down at sawyer's feet, they were covered in blood. so i put his feet in the sink and cleaned them off (this is when he started screaming) and did the normal first aid that you do for a cut. it's finally healing, which is great since he fights tooth and nail when we change his bandaid.

fast forward to 10 minutes ago when i walked two house appraisers through our home. i didn't realize how dusty or messy our living room was until these strangers were looking at every detail of the rooms. i became a bit self-conscious of my housekeeping habits but quickly reminded myself that (a) i'm packing boxes up and NOT worried about a clean house anymore, (b) i'm letting the kids mess up the living room with their clothes and toys (their clothes quickly become toys or capes or hats), and (c) i'm pregnant! i shouldn't worry about the state of my house in front of these appraisers/strangers because they're mainly looking at the room sizes and yard. they don't really care about the three inches of dust under my television cabinet.

but then we walk upstairs and i turn the corner to see the trail of blood that i still haven't cleaned up yet (please read the preceding paragraph for the reason why i am not the greatest of housekeepers at the moment). there is even a smudge on the lower wall of the office/old nursery and a few drops on the throw rug. it doesn't look pretty. in fact, i wondered if he thought we were hiding a deep, dark secret. i can't talk myself out of this one. i am still embarrassed about the not-yet-cleaned-up trail of blood. perhaps when the boys awake from their nap i will clean it. or i'll choose to pack up another box.

it'll probably be the box. or i'll take the boys to the library. or we'll head to the grocery store. see, we've got priorities!