Before diet, after diet.
Before stain, after stain.
Before detox, after detox.
Before remodeling, after remodeling
Before work-out, after work-out.
It has something reassuring. People are imperfect but they can change. The ugliness can become beauty. There is hope and peace after the chaos.
When the kids leave the house to go to school, the house is a colossal turmoil. Somehow it feels like a earthquake jus happened. Or some kind of tornado. Ponytail holders are next to the empty box of cereals. A train crashed on a maisy plate. The girls forgot their water bottle and little Mister N. decided to eat his cereals with a gigantic soup spoon. Cereals are on the ground and slippers are on the chair. Pajamas collapsed next to the TV. One sock mysteriously disappeared. And there is a big long silence.
The day starts. It is time to work on the 'after' side of the picture. And to repeatedly try to create some kind of peace.
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