When you make a 13 year old go clean her room instead of snuggling with her on the couch watching the Gilmore Girls you get these texts:
It’s really funny how gnome rhymes with momma is about to take your phone, don’t you think? It is a good thing she’s cute and knows how to bake things for Thanksgiving because even Frida Khalo can’t glare hard enough to deteenage that room hastily. There are just too many books to be colored and lava lamps to stare at and squirrels to pet along the road to vacuuming. I’m pretty sure Gimmie didn’t see my floor until I left for college so I deserve this I’m sure.
I’m thankful for my messy children. I love them just as they are.
Even when they wear an ugly Christmas sweater.