live_oily

Signs of life.

My oldest is learning how to drive. My middle is the age I was when I met my husband. My youngest is entering his last single digit age, tomorrow. When they were babies, I was warned multiple times how fast they'd grown up. It's impossible to wrap your brain around those words, until you've blinked too much and you're babies are no longer babies.

Do the messes stress out? 100%!! Do I also know that my days with the messes are in limited numbers? 100%!! This morning I was grateful to put the toilet seat down and have to flush the leftover p*e. To pickup the damp bath mat and close the shower curtain. And to see the mess on the counter.

Today is the youngest we will ever be again, for tomorrow we will be a day older.