Every night I straighten up the mess made by the boys throughout the day. The puzzle pieces, trucks and blocks that are strewn from one end of the house to the other are put back in their places to await the next day when they are once again discovered, shared, played with and discarded.

It’s a mind-numbing task that, much like unloading the dishwasher, I dread. I begin to feel like I’m starring in my own version of “Groundhog Day,” without the piano lessons or awkward kissing scenes.

There is one aspect of it I do enjoy though. It is the moment I open the seat of the boys’ ride-on car. The genius designers at Chicco made it so there was a space for kids to stash Stuff. And you know how important Stuff is to kids.

Every night I get to take a peek into my guys’ brains and see what they were trying to hide from one another; what the cherished item of the day was; what they were able to jam in there. It brings a smile to my face.

It’s probably something only a mother could be interested in, so that’s why I picked February to do it -- you only have to bear with 28 days of it. Plus I could make a cute alliteration with the title ... and there’s the tie-in with Valentine’s Day and things people love ... and, well, did I justify it enough?

I promise not to stage the photos and granted, when we’re out and about for the day, the compartment will undoubtedly be empty. But I promise to keep it real ‘cause that’s the only ditty this mama dances to. Now who wants to take the bet that even though they’ve stashed different stuff in there every day for the last six months, this month, they’ll decide to stop doing it?