The boys are back from camp. If you ever sent kids to sleepaway camp, you know what that means. Laundry.
Some of the grossest laundry ever.
Honestly, I know that some of those items will never make it back to the boys’ rooms – I have a big trash bag just ready for the rejects. You know, the socks with the holes or black soles. The t-shirts with orange soda batik (not purposefully), the jeans with the seat torn – well, you get the picture.
I don’t mind a bit. I’m just glad they’re home.
The house has been spotless for 2 weeks. I’ve organized, rearranged, and more. And now – not even 5 hours after the house is repopulated, it has lost its sparkle.
It’s all worth it. But I do like a neat house. But, really, it’s worth it.
I was so busy, I almost didn’t realize that I missed them so much. I didn’t realize how quiet it was. Well, not anymore!
Now, I hear Max’s giggle coming from downstairs. I hear Reed’s music through his earbuds and hear him typing, too.
I hear a full, happy house.
It’s not spotless. But it’s perfect.