And to think... You could have been a part of all this

I've come to realize that my life is far more entertaining than I might have once expected if I'd only stop and  take notice.  Let me paint you a picture of what has come to be an average Saturday in my existence.  There I stand in my nighty at roughly 11:00 in the a.m., having spent time on the computer while Daniel has been watching TV.  There is still copious amounts of snot running through my face and I fear that perhaps it has gone to my head.  Buh-du-bump.  Then a take a look around.

There's a large piece of foam on the ground that has become a new island oasis to one of my not 1 but 3 cats who has some how miraculously taken all three of the silk roses out of the flower vase and is wrestling with one of them in a way that might suggest he plans on eating it when he's finished.  Another cat is sitting on my kitchen table on top of my jacket with a look that says, "So what woman.  Whatcha gonna do about it?  I'm old.  Do you even KNOW the kind of effort it took for me to get up here?"  The other cat has just puked up a hair ball under the table and is whining for me to refill his belly while I notice the not 1,  but 6 drink containers  from yesterday alone, that are on my coffee table.  Then there's the 2 baskets of clean laundry, the pile of hang-up clothes,  the toys, the papers, the shoes, and all that baby stuff.  My living room is filling up with all "that baby stuff,"  and fast.  That's not to mention that my child has decided to adorn herself in a vintage 80's large and in charge rhinestone necklace she has swiped ala Swiper from my jewelry box.  I believe I swiped it ala snotty tween from my Mother's jewelry box because I thought it would be fun, and never gave it back to her.

Then I recall what I'd just witnessed in the bathroom.  My daughter who is nothing, if not ever helpful with all things baby, has taken it upon herself to "help" me unload the box of 96 diapers into their little basket that holds roughly half that amount.  She has somehow managed to squeeze more diapers then should be humanly possible into said basket and has scattered the others around the bathroom, suggesting she just gave up every few feet.  The plastic wrappers are strewn as well and every bottom cabinet under the sink is open wide showing the world its gratuitous amounts of beauty products I might need one day and far too many bath toys.

That's when it hits me and I can't stop laughing; it takes a lot to get me laughing.  This is my life people.  This is what happens when I get sick and don't keep these animals and their cage under control.  This is what happens on the bad days when you're a Mother and a Wife.  You can look at all and feel dejected and overwhelmed.  Or you can stop, take a deep breath, let it soak in, laugh, and appreciate the humor and beauty that is your world.