Saturday morning my kids made the biggest mess.
I was so upset I didn't even try to take three minutes to giggle about the nonsense or to take a picture of this epic disaster.
I. LOST. IT.
There was some yelling, some discipline, and tears because sometimes I handle messes okay but when kids intentionally trash a room (in under 5 minutes), mom comes a little unglued. Or a lot.
We all--yes, it took all four family members--got the mess cleaned up but inside, I was just a bit devastated that toys (and blankets, and leaf pixie dust, and shoes, and stuffed animals ...) being thrown about the room could prompt such a meltdown ... on my part.
It dawned on me.
I am feeling overwhelmed. I do not want one more thing on my plate, even if it is something as small as having to clean up a room.
At this point, I want to give away 95% of my children's toys (and my possessions) just so life feels a little more simplified. I love to care for my husband and children and father. I love my school and job. I love that God relentlessly gives me more than I can handle so I can lean on Him and not myself.
I just think I would love all of this more if I did not have to clean up a bin full of cheap fast food toys ever again.