There is still laundry on my couch from three days ago. Not folded... strewn about... all of those socks are sure to miss their mates and I will silently call curses down upon them.
There are macaroni and cheese boxes in the recycling and that horrible cheese powder on my counter.
There are birthday parties to plan, dinners to cook, diapers to change.
And I am the bone-weary exhausted that comes from the loveliness of motherhood.
I choose this life. Deliberately, passionately, with both feet in and a heart full of purpose.
We tuck their bodies in under the sheets at night, ready to tuck away the noise and the chaos and the incessant questions, glad for the relief, the quiet, the peace.
We sit there and regroup, chuckling with each other over the funny things said, bemoaning the bickering, joining forces for another day of this tomorrow.
And I think, surely I can't do this again tomorrow. I'm tired. What I wouldn't give for a day with a clean suburban... house... kitchen.
But I can and I will.
I made this choice and there are no regrets.
In the monotony of the mess of the everyday, I am changing eternity.
I love this life.
It's much too long since I've been writing, but I'm back for today, courtesy of Lisa-Jo's Five Minute Friday. It feels good to be here, my friends.