don't answer that. I know. Mine is just a chaotic disaster. Most people dine in their dining rooms. In ours, the dining room table is pushed up against the wall, instead of a flower vase and placemats it holds a PC, inkjet printer, any number of CDs and printer cartridges. Two chairs have grown to three or four, pulled around the makeshift desk, where Jenna and George do their computer work. The chandalier (believe me, nothing special) hangs in the middle of the room, and without a table under it, it smacks george in the forehead every couple of days.
The living room is worse. Much worse. My DSL cable is now strewn across the floor in between (and this is real time) a box top from an old lunchables, jenna's over turned yellow chair, a box of crayons upside down, five shoes, an arm of stuffed animals, a computer desk, barbie, tigger, an activity pad, and a popsicle stick. And that's just the floor.
Okay, this is depressing me.
I'm stopping with the living room.
