You know, real life around here isn't too glamorous.
We have piles of unfolded laundry. We leave dishes on the counter after meals, and there are pots from Friday that still need to be washed.
The "baby" just dumped an entire sippy cup of water out on my couch.
The floor I swept 20 minutes ago is covered with play-doh.
My six-year-old dressed himself today and is wearing a black turtle neck with black skinny jeans. I don't even know where those skinny jeans came from.
I had to mediate a conflict between Haydn (the oldest) and Rowan (the three-year-old) because Rowan stole his brother's DS, put it down his pants, and apparently got "weiner germs" on it.
Nope, definitely not too glamorous.
But the things that make me crazy also make me smile when I'm able to step back and look at our life objectively. When I'm able to say "thank you."
A little green vase filled with flowers (green flowers!)
A great date with my husband in spite of a not-so-great day
Greyson's laugh, warm, bubbly, contagious
Catching Rowan with three graham crackers stashed in his underoos
A babysitter who left me a note to let me know she ate a banana and two cookies
Brecken learning to give a "fist bump" and say YESSS with a lisp
Books on tape
The library's catalog online
Free stuff from Amazon
Fog on the mountain, rain on the wind
homemade play-doh, soft and squishy between little fingers
Editing my sister's story for the library contest and enjoying a story about her I hadn't heard before
Remembering what it's like to be thirteen
Finding an exercise that doesn't feel like exercise
The slight pain when I move my shoulders that tells me they will be stronger
Shaping my son's hair into a faux-hawk and remembering my husband coming home with the same haircut and him thinking it was called a "flo-mock"
oatmeal in the crockpot not burned to a crisp
Pulling a loaf of golden brown bread from the oven, tapping it lightly, hearing that hollow sound
New volunteers for the nursery