- dirty laundry (WAY more than is reasonable)
- dirty diapers (of course)
- more chaos
- fingerprints on your windows and tv and computer screen and...
Kids make things disappear. I had a notebook that I hadn't used in a couple of weeks and when I didn't find it where I left it, I automatically went looking in the kids' rooms. Of course I assumed that someone TOOK it. I made them look for it but of course its missing. So later when I caught Shelly tucking a bible under the edge of my bed I made her put it back exactly where she found it. She looked so disappointed but I didn't back down.WHY did she try to put it under my bed? Ugh. WHY do I persist in asking unanswerable questions? She doesn't even know why she did it.
The funny thing about this is that I can hear Dad's voice saying almost the exact same things to us when we were kids. We weren't supposed to take HIS pens, scissors, whatever because he knew he wouldn't get them back. And the more famous line, "I could have something for twenty years and then the kids come along and break it in five minutes." I can't count the number of times I've thought the exact same thing over the past six years. Only twenty more years to go...
- beautiful art
- beautiful songs
- smiles
- laughter
- hugs and kisses and snuggles
- love like you've never known it before.
(Artwork provided by Archer. This piece is titled "I can hop like a frog.")
2 comments:
You'll be in the current stage for a while yet, but I am now in the stage where stuff STILL keeps disappearing and I'M (ME)home here all ALONE and I KNOW I just had it in my hand MINUTES ago. whaazzzzupppwidddddaaaaat? I blame it on the ghosts of children past.
Its not fair for us to be blamed when we've been gone for so long. Blame someone else. Like the grandkids ;)
Post a Comment