Children bickering, hurting, falling.
A clean house. The realtor might call so it must be in order for showing.
"It's not my house." Cleaning away nonetheless.
Juice spilling. Books off the shelves. Legos covering the rug. Chewed up carrot found it's new home on the train table. Peas went into the belly, the pod chewed up and spit out on the floor. Wait, that's a whole lot of pods under the coffee table.
A messy house. Mama's angry. Mama's not kind. Children feeling guilty for being children. Mama's wrong.
Mama's messy. Mama's bickering. Mama's hurting. Mama's falling.
Mama says 'sorry' to her babies. They love her anyways. Just like Jesus.
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