Here is a thought that came to me today, this morning, as I stepped on a Cheerio, and laughed.
[Image: Cheerios strewn over a hardwood floor. Not unlike what you might find in our kitchen on any given morning! Oh who am I kidding. I don't know what time of day it is, and neither do the ever-present Cheerios.]I laughed. And then I thought: whoa. This is me laughing about Food Being Where It Does Not Go.
Before the boys were born, I "knew for a fact" this was not going to be able to happen.
Cheerios and crumbs underfoot, under my feet, going crunch, ack? It means I have a house full of cutefellas. I shrug and laugh. This is something I could never have dreamed possible.
Also it's something I think a lot of people will understand.
I am a mother.