What's inside that counts
You don't need perfection for a home to be perfect
Snotty noses and potty pee.
Crying about the door with a stranger.
One wants to run outside; the other whines about getting out of bed.
One has autism and ADHD.
One is curious and plays with danger.
Teeth brushed, lunches packed, dressed and bathed and fed.
Three loads of laundry and dishes all day.
A husband who wants to relax.
I found something I think was mushed chocolate...I hope.
I love when I get home and get to play.
I love that excitement can be felt to the max.
I love the smiles, hugs and kisses, cuddles in our home that helps me cope
With life outside this place.
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