the dishes have piled up. the dining room table is being used for sorting the last bits of school work that need to be filed. the laundry shouts my name in a rather taunting way. the kids are screaming. there is fighting. then, there are giggles. then lots of laughter. dorothy appears wearing a dress her oldest sister has outgrown. her ruby slippers are lost under a bed. a stand-in toto waits patiently as the shutter clicks. ok kid, i get the picture. i will overlook the laundry, the mess, the dishes and just enjoy. there is no place like home, there is no place like home.
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