Ah, boys. They are the most amazing little creatures, aren't they? They're so messy and loud that sometimes I want to cover my eyes and my ears at the same time, but I don't seem to have enough hands. So instead, I smile and laugh just to keep from crying. My house is always messy. Always. Which I don't understand because I spend most of my spare time cleaning. Well, since I'm being honest...technically I'm not cleaning as much as I'm picking up junk and moving it from room to room. Seriously, how did we ever get so much stuff? And why do my kids always want more stuff? They don't ever seem to be satisfied with anything for longer than a few days. My heart wants to blame it on society as a whole and come up with some wisdom as to how it's a characteristic of their generation because they haven't had to learn patience in this fast-paced world they're growing up in, but my head knows that isn't true. I'm no psychology buff, but I vague...
Just a young woman trying to navigate the journey of motherhood with 3 amazing boys