I hate that...

A lesson learned: by Robin Thomas

I hate that I have to wipe the toilet seat off every single time I want to use it.

I hate that my kitchen also serves as a closet without hangers.

I hate that the majority of my family can’t make the last 12 inches to put their dishes in the washer.

I hate that I can wash and fold laundry but it can’t seem to make it out of the basket.

I hate that everyone seems to get a new cup every time they take a drink and then leave it where they used it.

I hate that when I clean my kitchen counter it seems to be cluttered again with one pass through of the family.

I hate when I have to clean up dog and cat messes on a daily basis.

I hate that there are a million little piles of “stuff” around my house that need to be sorted and put away, but every time I look at them I just feel drained and I leave them.

I hate that my office looks like a bomb went off but that it’s only really what the inside of my brain looks like.

But for all the things I hate there is a good memory attached:

A house full of laughing teenagers.

Three dogs ripping through the house leaving joy in their wake, or the 4th dog, who is really a cat, giving us one more thing to laugh about.

A family that has enough to eat and plenty of friends to share it with.

A household that is full of kids, that are growing and will soon leave, but are here now.

A home that has two kids that are asleep in their beds, safe and sound.

I have come to understand that all these things that I hate are just

LOVE in reverse.

Dedicated to Gage and Tyler for whom I would gladly do it all again.