It's currently 10:30 in the morning. It's pouring rain... for the second day in a row... which means the two youngest bouncing balls of energy that are currently standing with their stubborn little noses in the corner because they can't stop screaming and fighting with each other... can't go outside to play. It's just water, right? As soon as the temperature warms up a little, out they go. Mud? So what? We have a hose! My house needs to be cleaned and it's pointless to even try when every single time I turn around, I bruise my arch on a Polly Pocket.
Speaking of which, WHO THE HELL INVENTED POLLY POCKETS??? Micro sized dolls with rubber clothes that any person under the age of 40 can't get on. And thanks to their Nana, who loves a good deal, we have about 1,972 dolls and 8,633 outfits. They also came with 10,421 accessories. Shoes the size of a grain of rice. I wouldn't joke about that. I'm sure the inventor is sitting quietly in his/her perfect home, kids playing nicely with their Farrari's and there probably isn't a damn Polly Pocket in the place. I bet they aren't even allowed!
My children are now out of the corner. I hear them whispering hateful words to each other because they were warned that I better not hear anymore fighting. Smart little monsters. But then.. listen.. there it is.. "I'm sorry." "Me too."
I may not have invented Polly Pockets and my house may not be spotless, but I wouldn't trade "all this" for perfection. How boring and cold would that be? I'll keep my arguing trio of tears, pouts, poops, snotty nosed, cat scratched kids. Because with all that also comes smiles, laughter, hugs and kisses. And although I hear "MOM!!!" at least ten thousand times a day, a few of those are always followed with "I love you." That makes it all worth it. A crooked kind of perfect is perfect for me.
Now, I have to go. They are at it again. :)
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