the toothpaste day where i got stuff done {i think}

this one time,

it was really quiet upstairs,

and i knew max and chase were up to no good,

but it was just so quiet and nice,

and i was getting something done that was fabulous.

i can't remember what that fabulous thing was now, but i just remember it was great.

so finally i went upstairs because i heard chase and toothpaste in the same sentence together,

and i found toothpaste everywhere.

like covering three large hooded towels,

one slab of travertine tile,

two wooden bathroom cabinets,

4 little legs,

2 arms,

3 cheeks,

and a partridge and a pear tree.

the next day i found this cup.

and every day i find more around the house.

hard from sitting for a few days without being found.

on the banister,

on the seat at end of my bed,

on the wall by the little stairs,

on the chase lounge next to the christmas tree.

and every time i find the little toothpaste hansel and gretel trail i try to remember what i was doing again that was so fabulous on that quiet day.

man i hope i wasn't just checking instagram.

cause then it wasn't worth it.

right now i'm fantasizing about putting away 2 weeks worth of laundry,

mopping floors {ok, who am i kidding, i KNOW that wasn't it},

unloading the dishwasher,

making beds.

i sure hope it was something fabulous like that.

the end.