It's so quiet in my house. It's also 12:21am in my house. Maybe that's why?
I've been working on my lesson for Sunday for a couple of hours now. I finally finished up, well sort of finished up, and I went to close my computer but I decided to check out a couple blogs first. When has it been this quite in my house? Ever?
One of these blogs is a little sister to a friend of mine. She just graduated high school. High school? When was that? How many years ago was it? What year is it again? How long has this spit up been on my shirt? After answering all those questions I came up with 8. EIGHT years ago. Holy mother of simpler times, huh?
Sometimes.. every once in a while... sometimes frequently... but not so much... anyway.
Ahem.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to those simple days. Not even high school really, because high school wasn't my friend.. but maybe just after high school? Or even just after I got married. Staying up late, going places on a whim, having (quite literally) not a care in the world.
And now here we are. Paul turns 27 in a couple weeks. Eeek. We be ageing. That means in 6 months I'll be up there with a 7 in my number, too. I know about 90% of my friends are in their late 20's to late 30s, but bear with me while I have my little quarter life crises here.
Where on earth has all the time gone? All the sudden I have 3 little rugrats-two that run around and drive me crazy and yet make me love them more than life and one who is hardly ever more than 4 feet from me and kills me with her sweetness. We bought a house. We've been married over six years. We're about to pay off the medical bills for our 3rd child. I drive a freaking mini van for heavens sakes! (and I don't allow my 2 or 4 year old to say freaking). I've turned into a control freak and there's a bit of extra love in my handles... one day that will be gone... Anyway, lets not go dark.
What I mean is life, somewhere down the line, got put on fast forward. I wish sometimes (sometimes-almost always) that it was so much easier and simpler than it is right now. But I am so thankful for the knowledge and life that I DO have now. In about 5 hours my dear 'ol third child will be wailing and gnashing her gums at me... but then two ounces later she will be her happy, ridiculously smiley self that will make me the happiest person on earth at 6 am in the morning and all my wishes of easier days will melt right away.
4 comments:
You are my hero! I love you more than you know!!
You are a very good writer!
True story. We don't sit down and comprehend where we are in life often enough.
you really are a good writer, mahrls! i loved this. i actually read it in the wee hours of the morning but didn't have enough brain capacity to comment. let's be honest, i still don't have enough. but know that i love you and you're FANTASTIC!!! i'm so glad i have you as such a good example!
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