The truth is...
|"There's order somewhere in the universe? We're on it!"|
Reading some of your comments on the last couple of posts made me laugh. If I have somehow created the illusion of a perfect little home life where I bounce around in my pearls alternately cleaning and crafting within mere weeks of giving birth to an almost 10 lb. baby, then I should probably set the record straight. We are so not on the ball around here. In fact, I'm not even sure I know where, or even what, the ball is. Yes, I may have my dishwasher going, but the counter above it is completely covered in who-knows-what. We have a pretty Christmas tree up, but the rest of the living room is an explosion of toys and baby stuff. I did shower, get dressed and take Gwen to the doctor today, but it's also 4:30 in the afternoon, and I have absolutely no idea what we're going to be eating for dinner tonight/ in an hour. Our sleep is interrupted every few hours by a hungry baby, and I have the circles under my eyes to prove it. Oh, and I also fell asleep in Espen's pint-sized bed this afternoon.
So rest assured that chaos abounds. It's just that between the trash that needs to be taken out and the occasional bout of "ohmygoshdidyoujustpoopinthebath?!?", we are managing to eke out some really, really good family stuff along the way. There may be a board game strewn all over my living room floor, and a fire truck parked beneath the Christmas tree, but that is just because my boys were playing there, and haven't quite gotten around to cleaning it up yet.
One day I might crack the code to having a clean house, a happy family and a tranquil, well-adjusted me, but until then, we are all just going to have to live with us the way we are: a bit smudgy, but ultimately very happy.