little ones

Tonight my husband and I decided to go to our favorite Mexican restaurant with the kids. We love it because the food is good, its relatively inexpensive and the girls can be as loud and messy as they want and no one seams to mind... But tonight was a not so good night. Lots of disobedience, crying, potty breaks, spilt drinks and more. We couldn't get the check fast enough. We came home and put the girls to bed early. I got to thinking and decided to put my frustration to good use. I wrote a poem! I never write poems but for some reason tonight I just felt like it so here it is:

Dedicated to my little monkeys

It’s amazing that one day you can have a clean and quiet house
No messes laundry or dishes, just hangin’ with the spouse
Then overnight your precious space is turned into a dump
How did this happen you ask, it started with a baby bump

You can try and try to change it back to the way it was before
Or you can surrender to it and realize that this is what’s in store
The little ones will always win. They are too powerful to beat
They will always be one step ahead. Get ready for defeat

They will spill milk, juice, and applesauce more than once an hour
They will wait until the coast is clear like when mommy’s in the shower
You can clean up a room fifty times, straighten vacuum and dust
But to your little angels (or devils), making a tornado of toys is a must

The bar must be lowered when it comes to chores and deep cleaning
Can’t remember the last time I mopped, or anything in my house was gleaming
I’m not sure how anyone survives without a dishwasher or washing machine
Even though we have both, the piles of dishes and clothes are never ending

One must become creative when it comes to cooking dinner
Shopping with kids is such a task, macaroni & frozen peas sounds like a winner
Forget about looking put-together everyday like most of the other ladies
Some chewing gum and a hat will do. Those ladies must not have babies

Never buy anything expensive or fragile like fancy glasses and plates
It will just be destroyed by the professionals. New furniture will have to wait
Silence is rare, get used to the sound of screaming, whining and crying
You’re not going to find it in this house, just sounds like animals dying

Get used to funky smells in your house and in your car
Not sure where it’s coming from but it’s probably that missing granola bar
If you really want a shot at getting through parenthood alive
Pray a lot and surrender to the chaos for a year or five

Time does fly. One day you’ll see them as a woman or a man
So take lots of pictures and keep a sense of humor if you can
They are made to make us crazy to push our buttons all day long
It’s how they learn the world around them. We teach them right and wrong

A parent is the hardest job but the most important one of all
It never ends from what I’ve heard and starts long before they can crawl
They come with a giant supply of tantrums, pouts and wiggles
But every day I stop and enjoy the little squeals and giggles

They are questioning, learning and developing brand new imaginations
They are little miracles if you think about it, God’s little creations.
So if you’ve reached the end of your rope and are ready to drop kick a kid,
Just remember that God picked you for your children. For some reason he did.

You were a big part of their plan. Before they were born He knew
that they would be the ones you needed and the one they needed was you.