What do I do?

There are days that Justin gets home from work, and for simple sake of conversation, asks me what I did that day.  I often look right at him thinking that I haven’t sat down in hours, but yet I just can’t think of one productive thing I’ve done all day. 

I clean the house what feels like all day long, but yet it always ends up a mess. 

Or I think that I’ve cleaned it, and I find something like this lying around.

Oh, like you don’t have strainers on your chairs.

Or I cook and serve breakfast, lunch and dinner, only to find this.

You don’t have shoes in your Tupperware?  I don’t believe it.

It’s no secret that most of my time is Mommy to this little guy.

And this one, too.

And this guy, too.

Just kidding.  But someone has to wash “Chirp, Chirp” and all the other little slobber filled toys.  And it’s a million little things like that that make up a day.  A million little things that make up a Mom.

And a million things that make it all worth it.