This photograph was taken last night at 10:22 p.m.
Wilder was crying.
Bergen popped out of his room (note the time again, please) to see what the dishwasher was doing and to offer his four year old assistance.
The cell phone was beeping to let me know a text was arriving.
The oven timer was screeching telling me the blueberry muffins were ready.
All of the laundry in our home was clean in anticipation of our Virginia journey. (Please acknowledge with me the miracle that this feat is.)
There was not even one dirty towel to soak up this mess. I think using clean towels and having to do another load of laundry was the most upsetting fact about this event.
10:22 p.m. at our house.