My happy moment wasn't when Jack came to me with the second poopy diaper in an hour. My happy moment wasn't when Emma helped herself to our "rainbow" ice cream and used a very thin paper plate to eat it off of.
My happy moment is this mess. These are the fabulous people (who came smelling a little like lavender or marijuana, take your pick) that will be "pushing dirt" around on my lot over the next three days or so to make way FOR MY HOUSE!!!
I don't even care that it's still pretty darn cold and I haven't seen the sun in a while.
I don't care that my cloth diapers are beginning to stink up my laundry room.
I don't care that my table has some little rainbow stripes that I'm not sure will come off.
Who knew that some early tokers ( I have no proof, just a nose) digging a big dirt hole could make me so happy ;)
Thursday, May 15, 2008
My Happy Moment
