Here’s Arwyn eating her supper last night with a pillow from my bed, a pillow from her bed, two pillows from the couch, an old cooler and play doh.  Everything one might need for a relaxing evening meal on the kitchen floor.  She had already set up her little play station with the play doh and cooler and I really didn’t have the heart or energy to make her clean it all up before supper.  So, she ate in the middle of the extremely dirty kitchen floor and … nobody died.  Sometimes I just have to put my inner OCD-this-shit-drives-me-crazy persona aside and let it be.  Kids don’t really give a crap if the kitchen floor is filthy.  It was new, it was different, it was exciting and fun.  She had fun and ate 80% of her dinner, lying on the pillows and saying, “Feed me like a little baby!”  Now, how to prevent this from becoming a nightly ritual…