As I sit with my Little L, watching her cartoons. I take a look around at this mess I call a living room. The floor needs swept, the floor needs mopped, I just can’t seem to get on top. There are toys scattered everywhere, cheerios and cheetos under the chairs. The look I have is udder despair. Makes me want to pull out my hair.
The work I see that needs to be done, it just makes me want to take off at a dead fast run.
But then I turn and see my baby, dancing to the silly song that is playing. A smile comes across my face, then I realize there is no race.
Enjoy the mess, enjoy the fun, my little girl is number one!
(Who am I kidding…this mess is making me crazy.)
mom of 1 and 10 
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Thanks!! 😉
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I was a lot more particular about how my house looked before I was a mom. Once I had a choice between spending time with my child or obsessively cleaning, it was clear which won out. And we both benifitted because of it.
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