Excuse This House.....

My dad, who knows me and my daily life so well, gave me this plaque that reads:

"Excuse This House....
Some houses try to hide the fact
that children shelter there;
Our's boasts of it quite openly, the
signs are everywhere.
For smears are on the windows,
little smudges on the doors.
I should apologize I guess for
toys strewn on the floors.
But I sat down with the children
and we played and laughed and read,
And if the doorbell doesn't shine
their eyes will shine instead.
For when at times I'm forced to choose
the one job or the other,
I want to be a housewife,
but first I'll be a mother."

It's so true. Although at times I feel like it really isn't a choice. These boys are so good at creating more chaos in the house when you thought it really wasn't possible. Their intensity day in and day out is something to be reckoned with. I'll find things in the most random of places; from kitchen utensils under the couch to toy cars in the planters outside. The day is filled with "Look-a me, momma" as Nicolas finds any object that looks interesting enough to be part of his band. Blakey likes to create tunnels out of everything possible, from the couch cushions to his legos to the rocks in our yard.

This house is their museum and I guess that's okay with me.