There’s a puddle on the bathroom floor, the plunger’s resting on the living room rug, and someone’s screaming ‘HELP ME’ from the kitchen.
Aaah, life with boys.
With three young sons, my house is in a perpetual state of disarray, there’s constant fighting and someone is always needing to use bathroom…especially when I’m in it.
And I wouldn’t trade any of it.
My boys have taught me how to embrace the chaos of life. And that even the shrillest of cries can inevitably lead to a beautiful moment. Because then I get the chance to comfort them, ease their pain and let them know they are loved.
Now if you’ll excuse me, someone’s nose needs a Lego removed.