My house is trashed with piles of clean clothes, books strewn about-lying open and half read, partially completed train tracks, uneaten snacks, and block cities all over the floor and sofas.
My fingers smell like a mix of baby throwup and baby shampoo.
I haven't completed anything today.
But...
We've read books together, and ate pancakes while chatting. We've explored new toys, swam in a bath, "fixed" VCR tapes, sorted outgrown clothes together (it may be more of a mess now than before), warmed ourselved by the "feel good" (portable room heater), and snuggled down for a nap.
Now the house is quiet. I'm going to ignore the mess and settle down to read in that bit of sunshine you see in the back.
Life IS good.
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