Tis the season for dirt, sweat, and oodles of fun. Bath time is a necessity pretty much every night. There's a hole the ground where the kids are excavating (tonight The Girl found a snail while chilling in the hole). Life in general is somewhat dissolved. It makes my heart happy. Even though in normal circumstances I feel claustrophobic when random stuff is strewn about and mud gets tracked across the floor.
But not right now. Right now is different.
And it won't last forever. And some day my kids might not want to play outside All Day Long.
So, bring it on. Mess up my house. Mess up my carefully crafted routines. I don't mind.