Stuff

Sometimes I look around my house, at about 8:30, when the kids are just sent to bed and I am amazed at the piles of *stuff* left behind. 

Socks that didn't make it to the hamper. School bags that have fallen from hooks. Dishes that need putting away. 

For a moment I get overwhelmed and irritated and frustrated. Why is the beginning of my "me time" every night started off with the twentieth clean up of the day? 

 
 

Most nights I whiz through quickly finding spots for items left out (so I can sit down and get some work done before midnight). But on some nights, when I have to put away the milk left on the counter or the dinner leftovers left out to cool, I am met with this. 

One of my favorite quotes. In that moment I am reminded that I am the emptier of dishwashers. I am the putter awayer of doll carriages. 

Without me school books would never find their way back to school. 

I am the wrangler of rogue upside alligators. 

I am necessary and important. If I were not there for just one day our family unit would miss what I do.  

I. Am. Mom.