The laundry piles up and I think I’m going to be swallowed by it.
The floors are littered with a stray used diaper, Legos and mismatched socks.
Boot prints from the foot of snow outside line the front hall.
The kitchen sink overflows with dishes and the dishwasher is full.
Lunches need to be made, notes need to be written to teachers and library books need returned.
The phone rings, the cell phone beeps, the dogs need to be let out.
Why does my bathroom always smell like pee even though I just cleaned it?
Why am I still changing diapers?
My husband might lose his job, I make a pittance, we’re saving every penny like mad.
No more Starbucks, no more cleaning lady, no more lunches out with Matty on Friday for a while until we know what’s going on for sure.
It would be easy to throw my hands up and say “It’s too much! I can’t handle it! I wish it would all stop!” But instead I think…
A mountain of laundry means my house is filled with lost of little and big bodies that belong to people I love.
The Legos mean there are little boy hands building in my house and the diaper means I have a healthy daughter.
The boot prints mean we are all healthy enough to go outside and play in the gorgeous, thick snow.
A sink full of dishes means there was enough money to buy food and everyone has a full belly.
School stuff means the kids go to school each day and love it and learn so much.
The dogs provide us with so much joy; I’m thankful I have friends and family that call my phone.
The scent of pee means I have two beautiful boys that are independent enough to go potty.
Matt may not have a job, but we are healthy and will make it.
No more “treats” but I have a family I love, we all have our health and a home. What more do we need?
That is reality.