So now we have two cats, one chinchilla, one bunny, one beta…and a partridge in a pear tree. Oh yeah, and the five—count them, FIVE—children. I’ve been thinking for a while that life is crazy and hectic and complicated, and all this time I’ve been trying to think of a way to tame the wild life we are living. But you know what? I think I really like it. I can’t seem to find a way to make life calm, and I think that’s because I love the chaotic swell that carries us along from day to day.
In fact, I don’t know what I would do without all of this beloved chaos. Recently, we had a day all to ourselves. Our kids all had something to do and somewhere to be. And after a while, we didn’t know what to do with ourselves. Oh sure, for the first couple hours of freedom as adults there was the keg and the dancing naked in the cul-de-sac, but other than that, we didn’t know what to do.
The point is this: I wouldn’t have it any other way. On the days when I want to tear my hair out, that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be. And on the days when we all laugh and play and get along, that’s how that’s supposed to be, too.
So bring on the chaos…the wild rumpus…the whatever. We got this!