Sideways Days

Sometimes things get crooked.  Out of place.  Sideways and upside down.  Becoming a mom can put things out of place.  I'm learning that it's ok.  Shoes go here.  Dishes go there.  No, the pillows don't belong on the floor.  But today, the pillows needed to be on the floor.  And the world will keep turning.

I wake up to this staring at me.... why hello there, Yoda.   Why oh why have you been awoken from your slumber in the middle of summer?  B. smacks it on his head and pretends to lightsaber everything in sight.  I laugh.

The boys, they push and shove and make way for a Lego army.  Almost sliding off the table.

The shoes lay about... if I could count the number of shoes NOT in the closet, I could assure you they would outnumber the shoes in the closet.  

The Cheerios are like confetti on the floor... crunch.  My shoe finds one.  Not even in the kitchen.

My dear husband walks outside to play with the kids and start the grill.  Shoes lay by the door with the beautiful crumblings of the nearly Fall leaves.   The proof of work and play.

The bath toys lay there drying.... because they obviously need 3 days to dry.

The remnants of Spiderman jumping into uniform to save the day.

The morning so full of joy and excitement that we forget to make our beds.  Bounding from under the covers to start a new day.

That broken screen that just hasn't made it to the top of the priority list.

A well played afternoon, full of pretend and laughter and fun had by those siblings who are the best of friends.  Grateful to the Lord for their friendship, even now. 

Sammie, the dog, who likes to turn up in strange places.  Poor Sammie, who usually gets jumped on, and thrown and used as a sword.

Well, hi there back, you dust specks.

And the remnants of a good cup of coffee and a PB & J sandwich for lunch.... because who has time to feed their LOs a five course meal.

Beauty in the dust specks, the crookedness, and the misplaced shoes of these sideways days.  Wouldn't trade my job for the world.