The one motherhood transition that no one warns you about:

the coffee table

It’s a delightful time when what was once a beautiful, hand painted piece of furniture becomes a dumping ground for random game parts, necessary LEGO pieces, and the bits and bobs of leftover magic tricks.

It becomes a long-term care facility for cups and bowls.

It becomes a bookshelf.

It becomes a balancing act for fragile technology and a safe spot for things that cannot be lost.

It becomes a landing pad for paper fighter jets and origami fails.

It’s suddenly now everyone’s footstool.

I didn’t even know we owned an electronic metronome. But if you need one, you know where to look.

Hang in there, y’all. xo

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