I’m not really sure what I have gotten myself into. Take tonight for example: I made an awesome steak (I didn’t overcook it for the first time EVER), everyone was actually eating said steak and vegetables, and then the dog has to go out. So I try and throw shoes on everyone as fast as I can and then when I get the leash Chilli has peed in the house. So we trot downstairs anyway for a few minutes to try and reassure her that the patch of grass outside our house is where we go potty, not the bathmat. But she doesn’t pee so we come upstairs and everyone decides they have had enough to eat and my perfect steak is left with no one to enjoy it. Or last night, when all Aaron and I wanted to do was eat a bowl of Cheerios in bed but Chilli kept barking so Aaron was forced to eat his Cheerios in the dark kitchen. I’ve definitely lost 5 pounds taking the dog out all day while Chilli has gained 5 pounds since we brought her home.
In all of the craziness I have this thought, “Why is it when things finally start getting easy, Aaron and I go and make it harder all over again”. Then I see pictures like this of my whole family – chaos and all – I know its because it just feels right. The never-ending motion, the repeating “did you remember the ___” 30 times a day, the never slowing down…I know I’m going to look back on these days when my house is calm because the kids are all out for soccer practice or dance recitals and Chilli will be older and tired and Aaron and I will miss the loud, crazy mayhem that these past few years have been. Or at least that is what I’m going to tell myself everyday until we are on the other side of this ; )