(pic taken last week in our backyard)
My hiney is kicked.
This 'summer vacation' thing has thrown me a wrench. Those words have no business sitting by eachother. It's just mean. There is no 'vacation' in summer.
Being a young mom I thought I had it all together. Kids, pshaw, I had the little kid thing down. Then I added another, and another, and another.
Seeing other people's kitchens in the state of what I would consider messy was an unthinkable. I did not get it. How could one let it get like that? Seriously, I thought they must just be messy (lazy?) people.
I GET IT NOW.
Our kitchen is the melting pot. One exits the backdoor while another 12 enter the front.
Having all these (darling, cute, sometimes irritable) monkeys around is . . . . WOW.
Our house is alive. Somewhat of a creeping viney plant, kind of alive. Sneaky. One popscicle stick here, one discarded wrapper and shoe there.
Asking who put the dirt in the kitchen sink is not at all an odd question.
Never in a million years did I ever think that I would be a "summertime mommy."
What A Ride.
