I don’t think we were ever meant to do this mothering thing alone. The days are long and the years are short, and sometimes the minutes until naptime are even longer. There is no place I’d rather be than here in my home with my children underfoot and my cup spilling running over. There isn’t even a “but.”

However. That said. I just emerged from Mt. Laundry, and I thought to myself, #1. (yes, I number my rational thoughts) I can’t be the only person this happens to:

socks

2. And my whites will never make a Clorox commercial.

3. I can’t be the only one who wants to see how Martha Stewart’s crème brulee turns out with a baby on her hip, and three preschoolers on the counter.

4. My girls’ bangs are below their eyebrows.

5. And I don’t even feel guilty when I cut them a little crooked.

6. I folded a pair of size 4 shorts for my 7-year-old. And didn’t blink an eye when I gave him his stack to put away.

Due to discretion, my list stops here. But, be assured, I could make it to [an undisclosed number] without batting an eye. But I have some socks to put away in drawers–without their mates.

Oh give thanks to the LORD, for he is good;
for his steadfast love endures forever!
Psalm 118:29