It's everywhere. All the time.
But the thing I actually don't mind spread everywhere?
|From December 2011|
There are books in every single room of our house. Even the bathrooms.
Every single room. They are spread on the floor, on the shelves, under the beds, on the tables, everywhere.
I find my babies asleep with books on their faces, under their bums, at their sides.
My children, none of whom can read, are readers.
And I love it.
So that mess? I don't mind it in the slightest.