Mess
As I walked through my house, I thought to myself, “Why can’t my house just stay clean!? Can’t my toddler just put his toys away?”
Being a mom, even with an amazing helpful husband, most of the cleaning is left for me. And in our cozy house, it doesn’t take long before I am tripping over toys, books, cats or kids.
However, tonight I had a moment that made me stop and think…our weekend has been so fun, and here I am whining about this “so-called-mess!” See that soaking wet bathroom floor? That was remnants of a splashy, bubbly,bath for brothers. The hay on my carpet, those are souvenirs that stuck to our clothes from the pumpkin patch! The living room is covered in a pirate fight, where the preschooler saved us all. The baby, learning to make the “vroom-vroom” of a car, dumped them all over, right next to the family makeshift tent, where we hid from the monsters of course. Those leftover dishes were the best, because we all couldn’t stop giggling over breaking all the rules and having dessert before dinner.
I am thankful for all the fun and love that was made into this mess, and more thankful that I get to give my boys a clean slate to do it all over again tomorrow. I know the day will come too soon when I won’t be tripping over toys late at night, and my bathtub won’t be full of toys… and I’m gonna miss this.
