Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Sometimes

Sometimes your five year old has a just out of the shower, soaking wet, lying on the floor, kicking, screaming, red faced fit. Threatening to break your phone if you don't give her what she wants, but promising not to break it if you give her what she wants.

And sometimes your 5 month old is lying on his blanket crying because he is done with his toy and wants to be held.

And sometimes your two year old doesn't notice all the screaming and crying and wants to play "catch me if you can" when you are trying to put a diaper on her so that you don't have to worry about pee on the carpet when you go pick up the crying 5 month old.

And sometimes your four year old is still naked because he got distracted on his way to put on his pajamas.

And sometimes both sides of your bra are still unlatched and your t-shirt collar is completely stretched out and misshapen from breastfeeding, and your hair is limp because you washed it but didn't style it.  And you aren't wearing any make-up.

And sometimes the kitchen still needs to be cleaned and toys picked up and your husband won't get off work until 3:00 am.

Sometimes it's not that way.

But sometimes it is.

Then sometimes at 7:45 everything is quiet and peaceful except the soft singing coming from the crib of your two year old.

And sometimes, as you peek in on each of your children on your way to bed you can't help but lose your breath just a little.  Amazed and in awe, wondering why you are so blessed.