Flashback Friday

This was my living room on September 23, 2006. It was clean, decorated and tidy. Everything had its place and there was a place for everything. And not just for these pictures, but at all times. I was so proud of my living room with its new furniture in my new house.

Ah, how glorious. The wood tones match, the carpet is clean and the neutral colors complement each other.

Did I take this picture or is it from Better Homes and Gardens? It's hard to tell.

And here we are in February, 2009. Did I take this picture or is it from Trailer Decorating Digest? It's hard to tell. The couches have blankets covering them because we adopted a dog with a 5-year established sleeping on furniture habit that proved to be more difficult to break than a heroin addiction (so I've been told). The coffee table has a blanket covering it because I gave birth to a boy who rips off the soft corner covers within 15 seconds and enjoys banging his toys on polished wood surfaces.
WHAT HAPPENED?

I made sure that I didn't pick up anything and then took a picture of the living room every night this week to show the progression from tidy to destroyed. My poor, sad, once beautiful living room goes through this on a daily basis.

Sunday
Monday

Tuesday
Wednesday

Thursday

Do you see this sitting on the floor? The phone rang last night. It was Kara. I was excited to talk to her. As I got up off the floor where we were all playing I had to be careful to not step on the baby or the beagle. Instead of stepping on them I stepped IN this. It hurt. Profanity was used silently in my head.