Tonight my heart is full with emotion. My two youngest, my baby boys, have been at Grandma and Papa J’s house since Saturday. They come home tomorrow! I miss them like crazy! For the past four days I have enjoyed a very peaceful time with my 5 year old little girl. The house has been quiet. And it has stayed relatively clean for four days in a row!! It has been a break I desperately needed. The TV hasn’t been on, no one has cried (until now…), no diapers to change. It’s been so relaxing. I really haven’t felt overwhelmed once. Overwhelmed is the description I would use for most of the other days of my life. With three kids ages 5, [nearly] 3, and 1, just getting dinner on the table can be overwhelming.
Right now, however, I can’t wait for my little busy bodies to get back in here. I miss them. But at the same time, I’m anxious about loosing this peace of the past few days. I’m longing for a world where I can have both. I’m afraid that world doesn’t exist. If I were given the choice, I would take my boys, noise, mess and all! The quiet would get old eventually anyways right!?
“Where there are no oxen [children], the manger [house] is clean.”
Bring on the noise! Bring on the mess! I miss my boys!