Someday we’ll have nice things. But today is not that day.
The other day, I came across an old picture from when our first son was a baby. Our house was pristine. There was a glass vase on the table, and we still kept wine bottles in the cabinet near the floor.
Someday we’ll have nice things again, I found myself thinking.
Take this morning, for example.
I got the boys ready, put a small dab of toothpaste on their toothbrushes and went upstairs to get dressed. Literally, to put on clothes. No makeup, no shower, no nothing.
I come back down to find this.
And this, my friends, is just an average Tuesday.
I’m sure you have some version of the same.
Literally, it’s gotten to the point that my kids dump every single shampoo bottle. And we buy the family-sized ones. If we leave them alone in the shower for more than 2 minutes, $7 of shampoo goes straight down the drain. You know, for sport. Because that’s what boys do. It’s gotten so bad my husband finally said forget the shampoo bottle thing, and we’ve literally started washing them with bar soap. Yep, even their hair. That is where we’re at.
Yesterday, I came downstairs at 6am to find 2 full boxes of cereal, dumped across the kitchen floor. (Why?!?)
The day before that, all 3 of them got up at 4:15am for the day. (Why, oh why?)
Last week, I had to call our plumber to wrench a travel-sized shampoo bottle out of our toilet. He comes to our house so often that, about a year ago, he started answering my phone calls by name.
“Hi Janie, what’d they flush today?”
I kid you not, my friend.
Over the weekend, a hockey stick cracked the corner of our granite countertop in the kitchen. (Literally, how does that even happen?)
In case you’re wondering, we Gorilla Glued it and went about our day. NBD.