I tell my kids not to strew the newspaper all over the living room floor, then trip on the newspaper I've strewn all over the kitchen floor.
I sigh, exasperated with my child for forgetting to take his allergy meds, then realize I have heartburn because I haven't taken my meds in a few days.
I rail at my kids to stop stacking books and papers on the kitchen chairs, then notice my own stack on the chair next to me.
I admonish them for not putting things away in their proper places, and wonder how our family motto came to be "it's around" as I spend 15 minutes looking for the tape dispenser that I left "somewhere."
As I look at the pile of laundry on top of my unmade bed, waiting to be folded, I wonder how my children came to be such slobs.