Please excuse the exposed diaper
I was scrubbing the toilet when the sentiments of my mother-in-law came to my mind. She says she might have a perfectly clean house, but she doesn't have the joy of little dirty feet running across the just-mopped-for-the-hundred-and-fitty-onth (the highest number Olive can conjure in her 4-year-old mind) time today or seeing wet, chubby faces smooshed up against the just de-smudged french door. Is it possible to see that far down the road, when what I clean will stay that way for more than 18 seconds? To enjoy this chaos called my life? Some days yes. Some days no.
But, today, yes.