{the usual}

Tonight I did the usual.

I did every trick in the book to keep cooper awake until 6:30.

I read 5 pinkalicious books to Presley.

I sang "I am a child of God."

I kissed presley & adjusted her blankets just how she likes them.

I said sweet dreams & brushed her curls off her forehead.

I fed an exhausted baby boy.

I wrapped him up with just one arm out how he prefers to be.

I kissed his fingertips & his forehead.

I bounced him while the sound of the bathroom fan lulled him to sleep.

I gently moved his fingers from my shirt neckline as I lowered him into his crib.

I picked up little bracelets & forgotten graham crackers.

I wiped down table tops & put away crayons.  

I folded the load of whites that smell of bleach & lavender. 

& then what do I do?

I go & sit in T, Britt & Maddsy's room.

It still smells like them.

Bath bubbles & sunblock. 

I laid on Maddox bed for just a moment 

soaking in the moments of the day.

Simple moments.

Like Presley raiding the boy's "boy toys" 

(if there is such a thing.)

& the way cooper smiled so big when I gave him a rice cracker.

Like the drive I took the 2 littles on hoping 

cooper would fall asleep 

but instead cried through.

Or when I decided to treat Presley girl to a treat. 

I parked next to the menu & 

I invited her to unbuckle & climb into my lap to point at what  she wanted.

She picked an ice cream Sunday.

& the way she ate it all.

I like the usual

even if it means chocolate stains on newish shirts & 

the living room littered with toys rather than the 

playroom where they belong.