Sometimes I roll over in bed and feel a Matchbox car under my back.
Sometimes I sing the Clean Up song while mopping the floors.
Sometimes I wish that people would understand that two-year-olds touch the entire toilet and would think about this when they skimp on cleaning them well.
Sometimes I read scripture and re-interpret it into three-year-old lingo in my head.
Sometimes I save ice cream and the 'good' snacks for after my children are sleeping.
Sometimes I pick up clothes off the floor of Noah's room and smell them to see if they can be put away without washing.
Sometimes I ask for advice from my children.
Sometimes I forget that there are restaurant options other than the ones that offer children eat free nights.
Sometimes the reality of my life just brings a smile to my face.
All the time, I think that this is the best life I could have ever asked for.




















