I felt extremely grouchy and irritable after the third day of COMPLETE CHAOS. Which I know I joke about, but honestly, the chaos is somewhat rare these days. But between uniforms and lunches and snacks and games and games and games...
The huge to-go cup of coffee that got spilled all over the counter Wednesday morning about sent me over the edge.
I'm not proud of this.
And the floor is STILL sticky. Ugh.
But it started me thinking. . .
That spilled cup of coffee (OK. It was about 1/2 creamer. Not mine.) at 6:30 in the morning? Meant I had four teens headed to See You at the Pole.
Just like the uniforms and khakis that need to washed mean that I have a houseful of healthy kids who play sports and go to school. And do well in school, I should remind myself.
The seven lunches that need to be made every morning? All represent those same kids (and their dad). That I love.
The homework? The kids that I love are smart, too.
And the games? OH the games. Loads and loads of them?
I wouldn't trade it for anything.
The girls have won volleyball and won more volleyball. The boys have gotten pounded on the football field and been TOUGH men. Little Man got his braces off. I had coffee with friends and lunch with my parents. We got to see our world traveling cousin. I folded mounds of mounds of laundry and cooked all but *one* night this week (thank you, Little Caesars). We've had 80's hair and dress up days and school pictures. The kids worked for our school in the community, painting, raking, cleaning up a park. We got to hold a new baby cousin. We even celebrated my dad's retirement after 44 years.
See what I mean? SO. MUCH. To be grateful for.
I'm exhausted and my house is a wreck (although I managed to wash mattress pads this week, so SCORE!) and I love it.
These are beautiful days. And Fall is a beautiful season. And tonight is homecoming! I'd better get to it or the littles who bring their friends home before the game won't have any cookies!