When I was pregnant I swore I wouldn't be one of those people who has toys all over their living room. With a certain level of ignorant smugness I proclaimed that all toys would stay in her bedroom.
Baby C has made a liar out of me. Here's what my livng room looks like right this very minute:
Ay dios mio. This was a huge lesson in acceptance for me. I had to accept that this is what my living room would look like on most days. At night, once the wee one goes to sleep, I clean up, tuck things away and try to take back my living room.
Some days the toys win. Some days I win. But it's okay. In a way I never expected, this kind of mess makes me smile.