I love bubbles.

But I don’t love the mess that bubbles make.

I’ve recently discovered there are some moms out there who are fastidiously neat. As in, they are so tidy that they keep their children from any potentially messy situation. I’m not like that. If you looked around my house you’d know this due to innumerable dust bunnies, dirty/clean piles of merging laundry and overflowing bathroom trash. I don’t mind it when Liv tattoos herself with markers and it doesn’t bug me when she is covered in dirt from the garden. But a sticky bubble mess totally gets my goat.

So really, I wasn’t all that upset when two three year olds and one four year old dumped out ALL our bubbles on the front porch last Thursday. Because now when I’m asked to blow bubbles, I can just say, “No. We don’t have any.”

What a mean mom.