Today is The Day After Mother’s Day.
The toy box has thrown up its contents all over the living room floor.
The kitchen sink is heaped high with dirty dishes.
Did the cereal bowls multiply while we were out running errands?
Three baskets of clean laundry sit patiently waiting to be folded.
Three other baskets of clothes sit patiently waiting to be washed and dried.
I don’t even want to look at the state of the basement playroom.
Cupcake bonked Bito on the head with a Happy Meal toy.
She also threw a flashlight at him.
She then screamed bloody murder when I removed her to another room.
BabyMuffin threw a major tantrum when I laid him on the changing table–oh, the horrors.
Bito was in hysterics because, well, he’d been whomped on the noggin and had a flashlight hurled at him.
The Mother’s Day glow has faded.
It was nice to be celebrated for that one day.
Now it’s back to regular life.
