Friday, November 19, 2010

There's no place like home

Usually messy, toys strewn like landmines
Disorganized closets, laundry baskets, dirty dishes
Still, my soft place to land
My sofa...head in Hubby's lap
Their rooms...bedtime rituals, whispered goodnights
Our bed...snuggling undercovers, peaceful bliss


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9 comments:

  1. MariaNovember 19, 2010 at 8:54 PM

    Ah, but what beauty within that chaos! And life is full of chaos. So you might as well embrace and know that some day, sooner than what we are comfortable with, the house will be neat. And empty.

    So I say: Enjoy the mess. Enjoy the sweetness that little boys bring. And screw having a neat house and therefore, messed up kids....

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  2. melissaNovember 19, 2010 at 8:54 PM

    Home: a soft landing every time.
    :)

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  3. ShellNovember 19, 2010 at 9:39 PM

    So sweet!

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  4. ColleenNovember 19, 2010 at 11:15 PM

    "Toys strewn like landmines" is an understatement here at our house. Home: our blissful chaos. :)

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  5. Molly @ Postcards from a Peaceful DivorceNovember 20, 2010 at 6:49 AM

    Landmines! I've stepped on so many of those.

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  6. ayalaNovember 20, 2010 at 7:33 AM

    Enjoy the chaos and your wonderful family!

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  7. AnonymousNovember 20, 2010 at 9:03 AM

    Sounds familiar. and comforting.

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  8. AnonymousNovember 20, 2010 at 2:56 PM

    "toys strewn like landmines" - that's my house too. ;)

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  9. Kelly MillerNovember 21, 2010 at 12:46 AM

    Home really is where your heart is.

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