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.