I preface this post by saying I love my life (I hardly need any more excitement, chaos follows me) and would not change anything about it (except losing some weight, getting more sleep, and having a home that is never dirty) but some days are just like the movie "Groundhog day".
It's those days that start when I walk into the laundry room and think "Seriously? Again." Photographing my groundhog day or rather my everyday.
1. I wake up to find one or two baby boys who had at some point in the night found their way into our bed. I have no idea what time the migration happens, they are just suddenly there with elbows and snuggles. We are staying strong with Loaf. She loves her own bed.
2. Start the laundry. It's overflowing because I didn't wash over the weekend and it's past time for the children to empty their baskets. I begin to wonder why we have closets and drawers.
3. Dishes and kitchen are next. Most of my day is currently spent in the kitchen. I live with bottomless pits of eternal hunger. Love seeing the chopsticks with the silverware. Beef and broccoli last night.
4. There is always a bit of trains in the mornings. We are still in our pajamas while the cleaning is happening, although Brick is currently on his 3rd shirt. He doesn't like to be dirty and a little bit of spilled water is considered dirty. I'm to the point where I recycle the "water shirts" back into his drawer for another go around.
6. Bedrooms are clean (well, at least mine is). Lunch is over, clean clothing for everyone, and a little bit of quiet time has started. Nap time is non-existent for the boys. Loaf comes and goes to her own schedule. She does love being with her brothers.
7. As often as I can I try and sneak a few moments in here. I love having it close. Whether it's squaring up a block or two or mending some pants. This room is a favorite, perhaps I shouldn't have included it in the groundhog post.
8. There is only one photo for the rest of the day. Life just gets to chaotic with homework, activities, dinner, etc. I find that as I write this, I'm so thankful for groundhog type days. Days filled with beauty, love, joy, laughter, tears, and health. Life is fragile and I'm thankful for every day with all it's messes.
Our family home evening tonight was one of those times. The babies were bouncing off the furniture (literally), Rock was in a belligerent mood (we had a rough patch today), Tank was making paper airplanes (at least he was quiet), Loafie was having a melt down because she was tired, there was some sort of foot issue with the girls and in the chaos of it all John is teaching so eloquently about the creation. This world was created from chaos. Christ gathered the chaos and formed a world filled with splendor and beauty. The lesson was for me.