It's just so easy to get frustrated and caught up in the daily things like laundry and a clean house. But it doesn't matter in the end. I have to admit, I'm not the most neat freakish person (insert gasp). I would rather not yell and nitpick at my kids to do continuous chores or worry about wet footprints on a newly mopped floor. I don't want to worry that mud might get tracked in. Because floors, they can be swept and mopped. Clothes, they can be washed, folded, and put away. But childhood, it lasts only for a brief time. Soon enough, our house will be quiet and clean. And it will be just Erik and I, and yes, we will miss this time. The time of yelling, fighting, laundry, messes, laughter, giggling, and a huge amount of love.
Feeding the Tarantula