We set alarms for the first time since we had children - who needs them with little kids! And, I was feeling so on top of it and organized when all of a sudden I hear screaming from the bath tub and the 5 and 7 year olds are each strangling the other. 6:47 am. Not my idea of early morning bliss balls.
On to the second day of school. More will be revealed in the steady stream of hours that keep this sailor afloat. Wondering about the dreams of my children when so much time is spent disconnecting them - a room full of fists and legs.
I will say that even in the midst of all the turmoil....there is so much sweetness. Every broken-hearted moment has its counterpart. Every irritation, a joy.
It may be easier to write about the absurdities......but the quiet love is thick in the margins.