Let the Good Times Roll!
Anybody who’s spent more than five minutes with me knows that I talk about my kids a lot. The conversation is usually filled with sarcasm and vivid descriptions about their antics. An outsider looking in might think that I’m the worst mother in the world and that my kids drive me to drink. Fortunately neither one of those is entirely true.
My kids are awesome. Don’t get me wrong, they make my eye twitch and have given me one lone gray eyelash, but they bring so much color and life into our household. From one putting on singing and dancing shows (take a guess) and the other one blurting out random things like ‘I like pepper.’ there is rarely a dull moment in our household. Or restaurant…like just now when Jacob heard Daft Punk’s ‘Lose Yourself to Dance’ and started breaking it DOWN in the parking lot of BJ’s.
The truth is our life is FULL of nonstop shenanigans; it’s a life of controlled chaos. Some people have homes that are filled with quiet voices, classical music, and everything in its place. Mine is filled with everything from Kidz Bop to Yo-Yo Ma, constant use of outside voices, and random dirty underwear in the dryer (DON’T. EVEN. ASK.) Neither one is better than the other; it just is what it is.
One day my kids will move out (again, they have to because I want a pool) and it’ll be quiet again. In the meantime I’m going to enjoy the crazy days and the eerily peaceful nights (that’s when the kids are asleep, only when they are asleep) because it’ll all be over in a flash.
Until next time…