Yesterday

I'm laying on the couch, waking up from a much needed afternoon nap. The boys are at school and the girls just woke up from their nap as well. I watch them as they sit playing with their babies. Surrounding them is a giant mess which reminds me of the chores that I need to finish up before dinner. I start to get anxiety just thinking about it because it's not just that room, it's the kitchen, the laundry...but then I look closer. Each and every item on the ground is theirs. Princess dresses and costumes left in its spot after being replaced by another one. Dolls carefully laid out on blankets or in car seats, taking a nap or getting ready for a bath. Kitchen utensils from something they were cooking up earlier in their room. I realize that this isn't just a mess, it's the girls making memories. Playing like any three year old should, using their imagination. I decide to take it all in and just sit and watch instead. I need to do that more. Now the mess doesn't even look as big as it did before. 

...and then there's this kid who stuffs lions into boots.