Sometimes I feel like I’m a broken record. “Don’t touch the walls”, “Wash your hands”, “Stop annoying your sister”, “Put your pants back on”. It’s like being in that movie Groundhog Day. My alarm goes off, I get in the shower, I put my bra/underwear on (that’s as far as I usually get before chaos ensues), and take a deep breath.
About this time, the girls’ alarm has gone off. They are either arguing over who is going to use the bathroom first, or they are giggling their heads off over some inside joke. Either way, it seems to take them at least 20 minutes to get dressed and come downstairs. I feed them, do their hair, brush their teeth (they suck at this), make their lunches, pack their bags, and eventually get myself dressed. On a good day, we get out of the house about 10 minutes late. On a bad, about 20. From the time my first was born, I could no longer be anywhere on time. Either someone has to pee (again), can’t find their shoes, is crying, or simply refuses to leave.
People with older kids always say “Treasure these days. You will miss them when your kids are grown”. I know they’re right. On Wednesday I will put my baby on the school bus. It seems like just yesterday she was born. Soon my girls won’t need me as much. I won’t be the center of their universe. As annoying and demanding as things are at times, it will break my heart to let them go. For now I need to embrace the madness… to hold their hands while they still want to be seen with me.
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