Messy, messy, messy. When does the mess end? How is it that whenever you get your kids all cleaned up and ready to go, or you just finish picking up the last toy in the living room is when they decide to get their messiest? Why is that? I sometimes feel like Mr. Incredible when he said, "I feel like the maid, I just cleaned up this mess. Can we keep it clean for 10 minutes?!" I love my children and I love being a mom. I wouldn't trade it for anything else but I would like to have a day where my hard work remains noticeable for at least 12 hours. I would like a day where I could check everything off my list and step back and sigh with a sense of completeness. A day when I could truly say all the chores are done and the rest of the day I'm free to play. Oh well, I guess I just have to continue to laugh about it and instead of getting upset ,take a picture so I can remember these messy moments. They won't be around forever and maybe one day I will start to miss the mess.
17 hours ago