If you come by my house in the middle of the day, you’d think I was running a daycare with multiple kids the way Ryder can tear up a room. There are toys everywhere! Being 9 months pregnant I’m over having to bend over and pick them up every few minutes. So I just kick them to the side to clear a safe path for he and I. 🧸

However, you can darn well bet when my husband sends me a text to say he’s on his way home, I run around like a crazy person cleaning everything up so it looks like we have a sane household. 😂 He doesn’t need to see the truth in the destruction that goes on during the day. I try to spare him that stress. 🤷🏼‍♀️