I am no poet… I know it!

 

Yesterday started out rough.  You Mammas know what I’m talking about….

When your coffee goes missing, breakfast ends up on the floor, you have a headache, are running on 5 hours of sleep and surrounded by mess.  Serious mess.   A toy minefield of mess!  A mess that curiously keeps growing every time you blink.  WHERE DID ALL THOSE TOYS COME FROM????

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YES! Yesterday was one of those days.  The good news is, it only STARTED OUT rough.  In an instant it turned right around.  No the mess didn’t miraculously disappear but I had a revelation.  One my inner poet insisted on writing about.  I really didn’t think I had an inner poet.  I like to rhyme AND write, but don’t consider myself very “poet-y”  but apparently I do have this little poet inside.  DEEP inside.  And although he’s not very good, definitely NO A.A. Milne,  I let him out anyway.

He wrote, The Mess.

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As much as I hate “MESS”, I need to remind myself that it’s not the most important thing in my house.

THIS IS……..

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As much as my little monster learns from me, I believe I learn much more from her.   I am happy to say, I am blessed with MESS!

Are you??

xx,

Heather