My house is loud
My house is loud
My house is chaoticMy house looks like a toy store exploded most days
And I’m not sorry for it
Because one day it won’t be
One day the floors will be clean and quiet
The shoes won’t pile by the door
The couch cushions won’t be forts
The kitchen won’t echo with shrieks and giggles and snack raids
So no, I won’t apologize for the mess
Or the noise
Or the wild energy that fills these walls
Because that chaos?
It means my kids are here
It means they’re growing, exploring, living life with every loud, messy, beautiful breath
And I’ll take that over spotless floors any damn day.
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