I think if I were to ever write a book, “There’s a Toy in my Bed” would be the title. Nothing defines parenting more than finally laying your weary bones down to sleep and laying down on a truck/car/telescope/rock/anything-hard-and-kid-like.
And, some days, it annoys me to no end, and sometimes it puts a smile on my face. Because, some days, I can see the beauty in toys strewn all over my house. I see how lucky I am. And, I find the humor in it.
For once, I don’t have many words, but am feeling thankful for the little ones that leave me surprises around every corner of my house. It may annoy the heck out of me some days, but even on the bad days, I know how lucky I am. And, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Today, I found the beauty in it and smiled to myself as I realized that there will be a time for clean surfaces, child-free zones, and places to sit without finding a surprise. Today is obviously not one of those days. And that’s just fine by me.
Life is good. Even when it’s messy.