A Hot Mess

So parenting, or maybe more specifically mothering....Basically at this point in the game I've decided parenting/mothering is a series of precious moments.  These moments consist of....

'I'm a hot mess'
'My children are a hot mess'
'My house is a hot mess'
'Sweet, baby, Jesus, please don't let my neighbor, friends, family, realize the depth of this mess'

I'm not touching parenting/fathering here, I don't have enough time between the hot messes.....

There is the rare event that my children, myself and my house are all in reasonably presentable shape, without any tears, nervous breakdowns or other such meltdowns in sight.  I consider this the Trifecta, the Triple Crown of Parenting.  Unfortunately, it doesn't happen very often. Thankfully for these tiny tyrants, there is such deep satisfaction in capturing the quiet time between all the hot messes going on.  High five for surviving another round of chaos this week and a few images to appreciate the quiet ones.