I sit at my messy computer desk watching the drip, drip, drip from my farmers porch.
I hear the kids sliding down the stairs on their bottoms chattering away.
I utter phrases like “please don’t step on the book/puzzle/cat” and “please clean up all the crayons you just dumped on the floor”.
I watch my cats sit in the window sill chattering at the ever growing population of ladybugs in the bathroom.
I look at all the snow and the trees that surround my home.
I hear that the dishwasher is done, again.
I hear requests for more snack, more juice, fresh pullup.
I see a large bag of items needing to be shredded, and yet another box of items to go to the dump.
Thump, thump, thump go the small feet of small girls running up and down the hallway above me.
Drip, drip, drip goes the melting snow outside my window.
Chatter, chatter, chatter from my son.
The day may change but the sights and sounds of my life remain constant.