12 hours: not a long time in the span-of-a-life, but apparently TOO MUCH time for my 2 guys: ages 39 and 4, to be at home together with no supervision.

Disclaimer:  I have an amazing husband.  He’s a great guy, great dad, etc.

But how can 2 people displace so many things?  And not big things, but little things that are so easy to put back into place, but were not.  I have been picking things up for 2 days now and I still have some clutter left in the dining room…

And people need no reminders of how much I DISLIKE CLUTTER.

Wait, I’m just noticing a play train (I just crossed out play because that’s a bit redundant; you all are very intelligent and can guess that a full-size train cannot fit in my living room- nor would it look good, most importantly, it would ruin my carpet, but I digress…), there’s a train lying on the floor of the living room.

This is what I’m talking about:  this is not a big train, and it’s lying NEXT TO the basket it is supposed to live in, but it’s lying there on the floor.  PLUS, I just noticed this and I’ve been putting things away for 2 days.  

But this isn’t a big train… or  a  big  deal.  I can hear Dan Zanes playing in the next room and know there will be a day when my son doesn’t want to play Memory, or do art projects, or do sing-a-longs with mom,

so I’ll take the 1,000 cars and the 1,000 trains and the 1,000 planes and the 10,000 legos:

for the hugs, Santa, and band-aids healing every hurt.