There are those days when, in my heart, I know that I love being a stay at home mom, but my head is not sure why. Thursday was one such day. It was the day before payday and we were basically out of everything, including cereal, except for the lone box of kix. That box of kix is the last resort cereal. It has been in the pantry forever. It was half empty and probably stale, but I couldn’t just throw it away. Somebody could get really desperate and actually eat it.( Probably one of the teen boys that have stomachs of steel that are never full!) Besides, it was a really big box and it made it look like there was actually food in the pantry. Anyway, I woke up early that day in the hopes of getting a lot of things done around the house so that I would have time to do a few things that B had asked me to do on the computer. Yeah right. My kids know when I get up. It is like they have some kind of built in “Mom is awake” alarm that goes off the second my feet hit the carpet. I did manage to get a few things done and the house was basically tidied up. I fed the bottomless pits, also know as the lower third, their breakfasts and got everyone bathed and dressed. They were occupied with some toys and books and were actually playing together somewhat civilly. The baby was toddling around after them trying to keep up. Things were actually going pretty well. I was lulled into a false sense of security.You would think that I would know better… I sat down with my laptop to get some things done. Big mistake. All of the sudden I hear this sound, kind of a whoosh sound, the sound of half of a box of kix being dumped on the floor. Sigh. I get up and run over to assess the damage. The culprit, the 1 year old, is standing there grinning. He is holding the now empty box saying, “Uh-Oh!” Yeah, uh-oh is right. Kix are small and round and roll. They were everywhere. I immediately secured the baby in his highchair, so that I could run downstairs to get the sweeper. This mess required immediate action to prevent it from becoming even more out of control. Apparently immediate isn’t soon enough in this house. I walk up the steps to hear a new sound, kind of crunching sound. It was the sound of 9 million kix being ground into the carpet. The three year old was joyfully running up and down the hall way simultaneously kicking and crunching the cereal. Ugh. I picked him up and secured him in his time out spot. I started to sweep up the mess that, by this time, had now spread from the hallway into the living room, dining room, kitchen and even started to infiltrate the bathroom. I finally managed to get the chaos that had become my house under control (sort of) and fed the little monsters lunch. I breathed a sigh of relief when every mother’s favorite time of the day started…NAP TIME! I resumed my earlier attempts of doing the things for B on the computer and actually finished that up right as the baby woke up from his nap. I got him up and he happily toddled around following me as I took care of some housework (again). At this point mom called and I was telling her about my kix incident. Again, I allowed myself to get distracted. I hear the baby giggle. I look down and see my sugar baby, literally! He was carrying half a bag of granulated sugar around licking his hands and dipping them back into the bag. His face, hands, arms, belly and hair were covered in sugar. He looked like had had been dipped in a vat of sugar. He was crystallized! Yet another totally unnecessary mess to clean up. As I picked him up to give him his second bath of the day, he smiled and said “Mom, mom, mom!” as he patted my face with his sugar coated hand. (I try to get that little bugger to say “mom” all of the time. Usually, he just grins and says “Dad!”) That is when it struck me. I was reminded of why I am a stay at home mom. Because it is messy and sweet all at the same time! Just like my kids.