Love is a battlefield

Tonight after the kids were in bed and I was going through the house doing my nightly clean-up, I thought,"Ya know, Pat Benatar was right. Love really is a battlefield."  Seriously, I'm talking play-dough, glitter, banana bread, toys.  OK maybe that doesn't sound so bad. But it did look like something exploded.  Like a kid grenade.   Yup, I was hit with two kid grenades today.  One likes to wrestle.  One likes bread and jam.  Both equally, adorably, explosive.  And I'm so grateful for them.