Life

This is my life these days.  Just keepin’ it real.

Only two of the four backpacks are where they belong… one of which is open with stuff spilling out.

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Pencils and notebooks that belong in the backpacks are discarded at the table and DVD’s thrown on the floor.

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Math book, scriptures, and toys left abandoned on the floor.  Floor cushions most assuredly NOT stacked neatly in a corner

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Laundry not even contained in the basket, let alone put away.

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The only mess that belongs to me is the one on that little white table… which I’m finding it difficult to feel bad considering the rest of it.

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Why is my house overtaken by stuff?  Well, she starts out like this

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Within seconds of me eating/cleaning/breathing, this starts

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And then very quickly escalates to this,

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And apparently only mama (and a couple of her appendages) will do.  While it is a little difficult to wrap my head around the apparent destruction of my beautiful home, I console myself with the knowledge that, if given a few childless hours and a semi-healed/cooperative body (which I currently lack), I could get it back to normal.

In the mean time I am loving the extra snuggle time.  And when my arms are tired of holding her and I feel drained, I remind myself that I when I look back, I will not regret for a second holding and snuggling her so much, but I will very likely wish that this time lasted a little bit longer.

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