To be perfectly honest, the last few days have not been the most lovely when it comes to my 3 boys.
There has been a lot of fighting in this neck of the woods.
Over everything possible.
Several nights in a row, I put them to bed, crashed on the couch, and questioned what in the world we were possibly doing so wrong as parents.
And then the dark cloud lifted.
This morning was back to normal. Not that it was perfect because perfect does not exist in this casa.
But when I caught a glimpse of all 3 boys joyfully playing legos/pirates in the same room with the same toys peacefully, it stopped me dead in my tracks.
I was reminded of how much I really dig those 3 rascals. It reminded me that although some days are brutally rough, that in the big scheme of things, we are not doing such a bad job of parenting them after all.
They are not perfect. We are not perfect. Life is not perfect. However, it is pretty darn good and for that I am grateful.
Linking up with Heather: