Sometimes

Sometimes there are 6 loads of laundry, sorted neatly on the floor, waiting to be washed, dried, and folded.

Sometimes there is a sink and 2 counters full of plates, cups, mugs, pots, bowls, pans, and silverware waiting to be scrubbed, rinsed, dried, and put away.

Sometimes there are blog posts waiting to be imagined, written, and posted.

Sometimes there are projects waiting to be started and others waiting to be finished.

Sometimes the bed is a mess with the covers waiting to be made neat and the pillows needing fluffed.

But sometimes, a baby boy needs his mama to snuggle him through his tummy aches and rock him while he sleeps. And then that's all that matters. Every time.