That’s Life

There have been many days this summer where I have been frustrated. I look around the house and there are shoes and drinking cups and wet towels and dirty socks everywhere. The sink is full of dirty dishes because the dishwasher is still broken and the laundry is just sitting there staring at me. There is furniture everywhere because we are remodeling, the little inflatable pool I bought just sits there because no one wants to use it, there are papers to be filled out for new jobs, new schools. There is breakfast to be made and right after lunch and, before I know it, dinner. I’m tired of preparing food and cleaning it up. The kids are loud, they’re constantly asking for video games and if I have to tell them to go outside one more time I think I’ll lose it. Somebody has MY ipad, I can’t find my book, my headphones are missing and someone’s asking to have a sleepover.

I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. Shouldn’t we be having more fun? Shouldn’t I be doing more special things with the kids each day? Shouldn’t I be doing more?

Then I remember…that’s life. This is it. The good stuff. The chatting with the kids while we do dishes and clear the table. Dancing in the kitchen with Olivia when she asks. The little socks and big socks and dirty soccer cleats are precious. Sitting in the morning on my beautiful porch drinking coffee and reading a book is heaven. All of the minutiae that is every day life, that drives me crazy or makes me feel boring, is what makes it so special. I remind myself that I am so lucky to have all of this chaos and noise and mess because it means my house, and my heart, are full.