:: I know that it's 10:30pm. But I don't know what day it is.
:: the last of my bigger-boys has finally fallen asleep. But it took 12 "I forgot to..."s.
:: I think there's spit up in my hair again. It's definitely on my shirt and I think in my shirt. But I'm too tired to care.
:: I'm surrounded by the overflowing mess of our day. But I'm dancing around it with Harper anyway (and hoping I don't trip).
:: the dinner dishes are still on the counter, getting crustier by the hour. But they're easier to scrape clean that way, right?
:: there are taxes, work, a messy house, bills, and uninspected cars on my mind. But a sweet small smiling face in my sight.
:: I'm headed to my nightly 11pm - 1 am party-in-bed with some yarn (that may or may not get knit), a book (that may or may not get read), and two of my favorite men - one very wide awake, one very much wishing he was asleep.
But right now? Right now is all good.