Cookies in the Couch

Miscellaneous Motherhood

There are cookies in the couch.

Hair products in the kitchen.

Rice in her water cup.

Bath toys in the living room.

Old diapers in a bag in the back of my car.

Dried Goldfish paste rubbed into my bedspread.

Oil in my hair.

Toothpaste on my palm.

Barbecue sauce spread on her brow like eyeshadow.

Lighters in my makeup organizer.

Nail polish on her Nugget.

Stiffness in my knees.

Pink ink streaks staining my linen.

Clothing tags under the rug.

Nail clippings in the bottom of my purse.

Itty-bitty curls sticking to my cheeks and nose.

Puzzle pieces in the middle of the floor of the hallway.

Stray clothes thrown in front of my door.

Single shoes on the bookshelf.

Stickiness in the center console of my car.

Fertilized soil on the mint green carpet.

Knitting needles in a basket of diapers.

Golden, round crackers mixed in with toys.

A bowl full of water in a chair on the deck.

A rooting, purple sweet potato in a jar full of water.

A punctured kiddie pool resting on the Soloflex.

All of these things do not belong where they are.

Yet,

There they are

Existing

Where they are forced to adapt.

THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU.

Abby xx