It is raining, the soft pitter-patter kind, and it's kind of calming. As I walked Levi to the bus stop while trying to keep his, Braden's, and my own head all under the umbrella, I enjoyed the incredibly fresh air. It was cool and smelled sweetly of rain and my neighbor's laundry soap. Levi waved his "quiet goodbye" to me (sign language, waving just the little finger), and Braden and I enjoyed the short walk back home.
Thank you morning for that short reprieve before I headed back inside to reality.
Once inside, I realized my kids had gone out of their way to fit about a week's worth of catastrophe all into one morning.
There were mushed up sticky bright colored marshmallows from someone's breakfast squished into the carpet near the entry and up the stairs. I just shampooed those stairs, no easy task.
One of my fancy glasses lay shattered in pieces on the counter, and even my older children just continued to eat around it as though it were normal. I raised my eyebrows and they just sort of looked at me blankly. Thankfully I took the baby to the bus stop with me.
While putting all the cushions and pillows back into their places on the couch, I noticed someone cut apart the stitches that spanned about 10 inches of the back of the couch cushion, which I had spent hours sewing shut after it was ripped open by certain jumping monkeys. I found a plastic serrated knife nearby, and I am taking it in for fingerprints.
Tiny legos that were a lovely Indiana Jones airplane just last night lay like exploded shrapnel all over the dining room.
Someone ripped the paper off my entry lamp. Why??? is absolutely beside me.
And there was a spider building it's egg nest right on the side of the front door.
What does that have to do with anything? I don't know, but it was creepy.
Sometimes I just want to let the crazy inside me take over and laugh the Buzz Lightyear Mrs. Nesbitt laugh. Then I breathe deep, and think of all the ways I do so love these little people. I think of how I chose this big job. I let fond memories of laughter and the many "Mommy, look what I mades” flood my mind....
And now I shall go turn on music then lovingly scrape off every single bright colored marshmallow. And hot glue my couch shut, because at this point, who the heck cares what it looks like anymore. And then I'll vacuum and double vacuum to be sure there are no tiny pieces of glass left under the counter for any little toes.... and hold my baby.
And there was a spider building it's egg nest right on the side of the front door.
What does that have to do with anything? I don't know, but it was creepy.
Sometimes I just want to let the crazy inside me take over and laugh the Buzz Lightyear Mrs. Nesbitt laugh. Then I breathe deep, and think of all the ways I do so love these little people. I think of how I chose this big job. I let fond memories of laughter and the many "Mommy, look what I mades” flood my mind....
And now I shall go turn on music then lovingly scrape off every single bright colored marshmallow. And hot glue my couch shut, because at this point, who the heck cares what it looks like anymore. And then I'll vacuum and double vacuum to be sure there are no tiny pieces of glass left under the counter for any little toes.... and hold my baby.
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Man oh Man! That made me tired reading it. I now must go take a nap! Do you get naps in? I sure hope so, you are always so darn busy! If hot glue doesn't work, use duck tape ;)
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