Ode to All the Little Feet

With five little girls running around the house, mostly barefoot, it's easy to concentrate on the mess they make. After the girls went to bed, I found myself trolling through the house picking up some of those messes. Making sure the table was cleared off, picking up Pearls fifth (or maybe sixth) pair of socks today, clear the counters, delivery folded laundry, put jackets away, hang up shirts I know are clean (sniff the others to see if they're really dirty), pick up napkins, move chairs back around the table, etc. You know the drill. I stopped when I found myself depositing another pair of little shoes near my mudroom. The little feet that fill these shoes keep my life full to be sure. I'll never be at a loss for things to do, but I'll also never be at a loss as to who to do things with.