Tuesday, January 8, 2008
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.