The amount of laundry I manage
(and often manage to ignore)
is starting to have an affect on
how I feel about clothing in general.
Overflowing laundry baskets
make me grumble.
I'm trying to learn to
embrace the sound of legos
being dumped out.
And I'm already worn out from
managing the Christmas decoration
saftey patrol role. It only takes one
item to shatter to a gazillion tiny bits
to make you stop decorating.
All that grumbling I just laid
out there sounds wrong.
These are the best days of my life
and I know it.
A lovely decorated house can come during a
different season in life.
Laundry can be managed when boys
Sounds of little boys playing with toys
is a treat, dump away. I don't care.
Really, I don't. I left legos all over the first floor
for two entire days.
So who cares about laundry, deocrations or legos
when there are bellies to tickle chase to play,
kisses to give and get, hide and seek, snuggles,
and messes to make.