Piling up

Here I sit, at 11:30 at night. Worn out and tired. As I look around all I see are piles. Nine hours ago, my house was spotless. Now it is riddled with piles. Camping gear piles. New school clothes piles. Miscellaneous crap piles. Things are piling up.

I am reminded of a joke.
Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Pile up.

Pile up who?
My boys think this joke is soooooo hillarious....

With school starting tomorrow, these piles will soon be replaced with piles of school papers. The piling never seems to end.
But this night must. And so I am going to bed only to pile the blankets on for a good night's sleep.