There are three constants in my life. The laundry is never done, the dishes are always dirty, and the floor by my back door is always covered in muddy paw prints.It’s a never-ending cycle. The second I think I’m caught up on dishes, another plate appears in the sink. As soon as I fold and put away the last load of laundry, there’s a sock in the basket taunting me. And much like was...
