Each late afternoon into early evening I dream on my drive home that my home will be tidy and homework will be complete and dinner will be waiting on the table. This never happens. That’s okay. Today was wonderful. I came home to an untidy home, homework not complete, and dinner not yet chosen. I was faced by a blanket hanging down from the top of the stairs. I ducked under the blanket and went up the stairs. I noticed that in addition to the hanging blanket there were no pillows on the couch. Or on the chaise. Or on the chair.
I walked crookedly down the hallway as I discovered where all the pillows had been moved to by two young boys. The first impulse was to be angry, frustrated, even more tired than I already was. This makes more to tidy up and I am already more behind than usual. Then my sons asked me a question. Everything else melted away.
“Mom, what do you think of our sculptures?”
(Did not mean to frame one of the pics in such a way that made my sons look like the girls from The Shining…)
ohbloodyhell8 
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