"These are the days," I say to myself on some nights, as I try to uncross my eyes and unclench my fists, while I do any (or all) of the following things. (Note: the following items will generally be accompanied by some level of swearing.)
-wipe pasta off the floor and crumbs off the table and juice off the counter.
-wipe boogers off of faces.
-wipe boogers off of pants (mine, unfortunately).
-wipe tears (mine or theirs, depending on the day).
-wipe toilets. And floors near toilets. And floors not-even-quite-near toilets. (Why? And dear Lord, how?)
-wipe bums - I am forever wiping bums, it would seem.
These are the days? Are they really? Because they are exhausting. And they are endless. And they are long.
But you know what else? They are magical. And they are priceless. And they are now. Because the Easter Bunny is coming tonight, and in spite of having to wipe all of the aforementioned, exceptionally gross things tonight, I also got to:
-wipe the table near the TV, so as to have a perfect spot to leave the Easter Bunny's carrot.
-wipe away my smile, so as to appear appropriately serious when having the "The Easter Bunny has already hopped into Tokyo" conversation. This is very serious business, after all.
-wipe the sheets flat, so that two crazy excited boys could lay just so in their bunk beds, ready to sleep for once in their busy little lives.
-wipe their warm foreheads with the palm of my hand, just to feel the warmth of their peaceful sleeping faces.
These are the days? Yes. Yes, they are. Equal parts boogers and magic and love. Because in this house, you can't have one without the others. And you can be damn sure that all will make an appearance tomorrow morning.
Happy Easter, my friends. May your Sunday be full of magic, love and just enough boogers to keep it real.
