Thursday, January 12, 2012

"What a beauiful mess I'm in..."

My hand held kitchen mixer is in my den floor. There's a tiny purse in my kitchen.  A giant hula hoop graces my  living room.  One shoe each of about 4 different pairs lies scattered near the piano.  A huge stuffed green frog is looking at me from my foyer.  Daddy's left shoe and a couch pillow found their way into the hall.  A transformer and baby doll bottle are in the girl's bathroom.  An empty Capri Sun container is on my dresser.  A tiny red t-shirt is in the office.  Wow... and in the time it took for me to type all that, a bottle of Children's Tylenol and Ibuprofen now decorate the hearth.  The more I pick up, the more things magically appear.  I am surrounded by little noses to wipe and spilled drinks to mop.  I have a points reward account online for all the diapers and wipes I buy.  Chocolate milk and apple juice is in my fridge more than any other liquid.  I have detangled more curls than Rapunzel could ever dream of.  The cover warming me right now is an old baby blanket instead of a nice throw.   

This is my world.  And I wouldn't trade it for anything.   

1 comment:

  1. You're viewing that partially-drank, partially-spilled glass of day-old, room-temperature chocolate milk half full.