There’s no room on the coatrack.
A white puffer and a navy pea coat take up the hooks where my coat usually hangs.
The chair by the door is piled high with two purses and a camel-colored scarf.
There is a tea cup in the sink.
An empty Pellegrino bottle and Starbucks cup sit on the table.
The white throw is tossed on the couch.
The New York Times sections spread over the living room.
The bedrooms that spend so much time sitting empty are filled with suitcases and clothing and beds unmade.
As disorganized as this sounds, I am complete.
My girls are home.