This morning I gave the kids a pep talk after the sounds coming from outside sounded like an airstrike. I didn't know if it was hoverboards, scooters and mopeds racing up and down the driveway. On top of that, all I could hear was children screaming at each other and then blood-curdling cries when someone tries to clothesline with a broom.
Friday means nothing! We will probably have more laundry, more parenting and more food to prep while trying to keep the children from killing each other over the last bag of Cheetos. It does not mean the end of anything for we are living the never-ending story.
You new moms are so adorable! You care about everything, worry about everything and are so easily overwhelmed. I love it as much as I love that new baby smell.
My son just asked me for a screwdriver. No! It's 10! On a school night! Go to sleep! I'm going to bed. I will not be getting back up. With the help of my sound machine I will be able to sleep through a small house party.
I had every intention of getting out of the van for my daughter's soccer game. I parked, turned off the engine and opened the doors. My daughter jumped out and ran over to her team, which I could see was practicing on the field directly in front of me. That's when I felt the cold, damp wind blowing in.
Recently I came downstairs to find my son eating cereal (that his sister made him) in his pajamas. It's a school day and a half hour before we are supposed to walk out the door, so I asked him why he wasn't dressed yet. He looked at himself like "I'm not dressed?" and then said, "Oh ... I forgot."
I enjoy gardening, but it's by the grace of God that anything survives. At some point in the summer I completely give up and just let things go into jungle mode. Perhaps my gardening style is actually a metaphor for my life. And it's not me alone who keeps this "garden" growing. I owe so much to so many.