I swear, it doesn’t matter how often I sweep my kitchen floor. I am continuously picking things off of my feet. Lately, it’s cheerios. I love ‘em, but really? All the time, …on my feet? And that’s just bare feet, let’s not mention with shoes on. The inevitable “crunch.” Ahh, dang it! With Dr. Chubby teething, there are little bits of everything all over the floor. I’d like to blame only him, but Roo is a big help with this as well. She can’t stay in her seat to finish one bite, let alone a whole meal.

I know that one day I will miss cheerios on my floor. I’ll miss the ever cursed hand prints on every window and wall. I’ll miss “mom” being called at all hours of the day from all locations in the yard and house. I’ll miss goop on EVERY shirt I own. I’ll miss rushing the kids out the door each morning, shoving their lunches and homework in their backpacks as they run. I’ll miss their stinky morning breath and hot jammies clamoring all over me each morning. I’ll miss the arguing amongst each other, and all their laughing. But most of all, I’ll miss them. I’ll miss peaking in their rooms at night and seeing their chubby faces sound asleep after a busy day. And their sweet “I love you.” And being hugged all day long, by people that really do love me. I think most of all I will miss being with loved ones that I brought into the world, but that have to grow up and have their own babies. Oh, I can’t even imagine how I’ll miss them. But I know I will.