Sleep Love of a Mother

My scripture marker is moved every day. No matter where I leave it, little hands find other places for it.

'Shoes on or socks off'. I say this to my kids, to keep their socks from getting holes. But they get holes anyway. And their 'no-socked' feet leave my carpet dirtier than if they had just left their shoes on.

I pretty much need a jack hammer to get all of the hand prints off of my stainless steel appliances. I just cleaned them, and one would hardly know.

No matter how hard I try to keep track, I continue to find stinky, gloopy, old smelly sippy's. Lost in some corner of the nether world.

I pick up Ruby's closet several times each day, and at the end of the day - after ten outfits - it still looks like a tornado ran though.

One word: LEGOS! They're everywhere!

This week I have found my kids toothbrushes: on the diaper changer, in the TV room, on the floor of the garage, on the back steps, and hidden in various drawers. No matter how high I put them out of reach, Chubbers will find them - and distribute them via his mouth to an unknown location.

Mt. St. Laundry is STILL Mt. St. Laundry...forever.

Snacks go 24/7 at this house. Just when one is done, another wants one. "Can I have milk in a sippy? I want some pretzels. Can I have a snack? I want something else?....."

Oh, the list goes on and on.

And I love each one SO much! I can't imagine my life without them - but boy, they make me tired.