The sound of the garage door opening almost made me jump, it caught me off guard. I hadn’t even realized how late in the day it had gotten, as I was so caught up with playing with my dolls in the living room. Usually 5:30 was a time I counted down to, so excited for you to get home, but today I totally lost track of time and not only did I not do any of my chores for the day, but there was now a huge mess of dolls and clothes and accessories all over the middle of the living room floor (which isn’t supposed to have toys in the first place, that’s why I have a whole special room for playing). My favorite part of the day is you walking through the door but as I’m sitting in the middle of my mess, I’m dreading it.