Sometimes, when I least expect it, I find myself thinking how good life is. How lucky I am. How I wouldn’t change a thing.
Then the Big Boy punches his sister so that sister screeches abuse back at him as the other girl dances around wildly and knocks a cup of water all over the table. Meanwhile the baby won’t latch on but is desperately hungry and I discover I have a big piece of blue play dough stuck to my bum, not to mention the dough stuck to the couch, the rug, the ceiling???? All three kids are still in pyjamas and I’ve forgotten to take something out of the freezer for dinner. Did I remember to feed the children lunch a few hours ago and when was the last time anyone fed the guinea pigs???
And the moment passes as quickly as it came…. I try to catch it and remember, but it always seems to slip through my fingers.
Still life is good. I am lucky. I wouldn’t change a thing…. especially now that the baby has eaten and is asleep.