This IS a suitcase, right? Maybe I'm just dreaming it.
I really should have seen it coming. I've been seeing piles appear all over the house. Piles of clothes (maybe the laundry wasn't put away yet???). Piles of notebooks and brochures and bottle neck tabs in a foreign language (Dad's often not too neat with his water stuff.) A backpack in the dining room (WHERE!IT!DOESN'T!BELONG!EVEN!I!KNOW!THAT!!!) that mom keeps dumping stuff in...
OK. OK. The tell-tale sign was last week when she put a knitting project in the backpack (I know it's knitting, because I helped her fit it in the pouch by removing the ball band from the yarn) and then she never took it out again. Never worked on it. It's just been....THERE. Bad sign.
I think it's time to stage a stand-in. I'll just set up camp here until the crisis is over and the piles disappear. I don't care how long it takes. Maybe forever. Maybe even longer.
Is that a cookie mom has?