Real Life Still Life, Vol. 4

Titled, "The State of Our Lives"

I've walked past the kitchen table, which I'd cleared and wiped off following dinner (a rarity for me), numerous times this fine night and just noticed it's once again a disaster zone. It probably has been for a while because bedtime was hours ago. 

As a family we are incredibly awesome at getting things out. We are equally unawesome at putting things away. But I suppose all families need to be the unawesomest at something, right?