It's the Sahara in here

Sand, not heat. Although it is hot today.

It seems like every 3rd step I take is into a layer of sand. It's everywhere and I keep vacuuming and vacuuming and sweeping and sweeping. It's a sure sign Emma is in preschool and she's having a good time outside. It's in her shoes, her socks, her hair, the cuffs of her capris. My car, her bed, outside, inside. Everywhere.

There's a little glitter mixed in too since my mother in law introduced dollar store fairy wings to the household last week. Apparently dollar store wings are decorated with glitter held on by dollar store glue, which is a fancy way to say the glitter doesn't stay on the wings at all. You just look at the wings and glitter falls off. Add into that Grant rubbing the wings on his head, then holding them as he ran through the house, Emma wearing them and leaning against the couch, and you have glitter embedded into the sofa, embedded into Grant's hair, and a trail of glitter on the floor wherever Grant ran with them. We are still finding glitter on our faces and clothes, and the wings have been taking a break in a high place for 4 days now. Hubs still has certain parts of the couch he won't sit on because of the glitter explosion.

Good times.