Some mud, a mess, and some musings
Tonight the toys didn’t all get picked up
But got shoveled aside by the broom
The dishes didn’t all get washed and dried and put away
Some are still in the sink not even soaking
The leftovers from last week are in the refrigerator
The clothes I washed and dried are still in the dryer
The lucky ones made it into laundry baskets
The floor was swept but not mopped and
there are sticky spots around
some muddy ones too
seems to be grinning up at me telling me that they are fine the way they are
Today conversations were had, books were read, questions were asked and answered
decisions were made, games were played, visits were made
I became the bubble monster during bath time and got soaked from head to toe; did I mention laundry before?
My older son started Taekwondo again today, bedtime was late…snuggles and smiles and snores
Oh, and the toys were not picked up, the dishes will not run away
I know I can clean those all another day, night, morning, or sometime in between
but now I am calm; I allow myself to be
While my kids are thriving and growing, I give myself permission among the mess to grab my pen, my headphones, my music, and what else?
My journal so I can scribble away those memories
because that can’t wait another day
I can’t wait another day to be me
My dishes can.