Happy-mess(Definition; the ability to find Happiness midst The Mess)

 One summer day a little girl asked me if I ever feel like the old woman who lived in a shoe. 

I laughed and told her

 'if I give you all broth without any bread and spank you all soundly and send you to bed' I might! 

I only have two today but I've learned two of certain age/personalities is enough!

It was before their naps,

  after I returned the from-scratch-veggie-soup back to the kitchen counter

 after they spit it back at me a few times 

after I picked up the pizza pieces they chucked to the floor 

...after I picked up the blocks

(because suddenly I stepped on one, once too often)

before I dropped a dish of bite-size ham pieces into the bucket of just-picked-up-blocks,

that I discovered all they really wanted for lunch 

...was the cold kidney-beans fished out of a dish of chili

and they smacked them up almost faster than I could scoop them out,

as if they were little morsels of Swiss chocolate!

Who knew?!

Sometimes we guess that happiness

Lies in some hard-fought goal

Surprised to find some find it in

The beans in a chili-bowl

Sometimes we try too hard to taste

Somebody else’s peach (THAT was at breakfast)

Bent on the Thing we think we need

But simply cannot reach

Sometimes the ‘pudding in our pot’

Might look a lot like dirt

Until we taste it then decide

To have one more for dessert

Sometimes the noisy here and now

Is heaven in a mess

Before the days when we look back

On simpler happiness

© Janet Martin

okay, now I'll try to tiptoe about the kitchen while they nap

 and try to restore some order like

putting the stove-drawer back after retrieving a car

after it rolled under the drawer

and revealed an 'oops, forgot to clean here in a while'

but then we went outside

 before the floor was dry enough to put the drawer back

and when we came in, well...lunch and all that!