The one thing I’ll never compromise on is… having chaos in my house.
Growing up, I lived a pretty quiet life. It was just me, my family and my books. That didn’t really change until I had my son. As any new parent knows, babies can be, how shall we say? Disruptive. My house was an explosion of plastic crap, baby bottles, and two people too tired to clean anything up.
Adding to our general disarray, we had three fur-shedding tornadoes; two cats and a dog. There wasn’t a day that went by when tumbleweeds of hair and dust didn’t roll past my feet.
I tried to keep up, but I couldn’t. The house was mostly clean, but I still had toys, books, and crafts everywhere. I had to choose; picking up board books or playing with my son. Don’t get me wrong, I would try to toss a few things into a basket as we played, but it was never enough.
My kids are awesome house designers.
Soon, we moved, adding to and losing some from our brood. My daughter was born, one cat and a dog died, and we adopted three energetic pups.
In our house, it’s loud. A sample of our symphony…
“Mom! She’s using my Netflix!”
“Well, he’s not eating breakfast!”
“That’s mine! Don’t watch ponies!”
*Sobbing* “Mommy! He hit me!”
“She started it!”
“Aaarrroooo! Bark! Bark!”
“Where is your father? I am trying to make sandwiches. Have you finished breakfast?”
“Yeess…”
“Brushed your teeth?”
“Ummmm….”
“Stop fighting, brush your teeth, and for the love of God, daughter of mine, brush your hair; you look like you’ve been fighting with a raccoon.”
“Grrrr…. Grrr…”
“Where’s Tiny? And, what’s in your backpack, baby girl?”
“Do not put Tiny in your backpack.”
“Meow, meow, meow…”
“Someone let the cat into the basement, and get your shoes on!”
It’s not all bad, there’s also this…
“Daddy, throw me on the bed!”
“Now me!”
“And mommy!”
“No. Not mommy.”
“Squeal… squee!”
“Again! Again!”
“Woooooof!”
“I don’t think Sparkles likes the excitement.”
Or…
“I got the blankets to make a tent! Let’s watch a movie and make cookies.”
“I want the dough!”
“I want the bowl!”
Notice all the exclamation points? Yeah, we’re a boisterous bunch. Boisterous, messy and ridiculously happy. So, come on over. You may have to dust some cat hair off the couch, but you’ll have a good time. I promise.
This post was part of the Finish the Sentence Friday bloghop. There are always fun topics, and I don’t participate enough.
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