Awesome. I need to thank my sister (In-Law = Same thing)for telling me about this because it's giving me something to write about tonight.
"I Wish"- I didn't have to pick up fifty bajillion little plastic toys eleventeen times a day.
If you know me or have read my blog for any amount of time, you know that I have a home daycare. Now, imagine (if you have children of your own) your kids' playroom after a long day at home. Think about the attention span of your children when they are small and how they move from one toy to the next like a little hummingbird from flower to flower- flitting about and zooming here and there, never tiring or slowing down. Think about the mess that kind of play leaves in its wake. The scattered blocks, flipped over Hotwheels cars, the stray pieces of race track and the broken crayons.
Now, imagine that mess multiplied by 5 children. Add in to this equation a crippling case of organization OCD.... and you will get a vague idea of what I face each day with my job. My house is like a giant playpen. You can tell that adults live here, for amongst the bins of hotwheels, the buckets of Legos and the shelves of board books you will find nice furniture and lovely family photos hung on the walls(Oh, HELLO THERE run on sentence! I'm too tired to care right now. You can stay if you'd like). But there is no denying who runs this place and it isn't Ace or myself.
I love that the job I have gives me the excuse to keep so many toys around for my kids. I love that we can always find something to do. I love that they have the freedom in this space to explore their imaginations and to think and create.
I just really wish I wasn't the one who had to line it all up in neat little sets and stacks and piles at the end of the day.... It's exhausting!
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