>> Sunday, October 16, 2011
It's bedtime, and I'm singing peace like a river... love like an ocean... and they interrupt with cries of TSUNAMI! and they wave and crash their arms, jumping and flopping on their mattresses in the dark.
It's 7am, and one boy drags another through the livingroom by a rope around his ankle while the third pulls on the arms of the captive, tugging in the opposite direction. They all laugh and shriek and I have not yet had my coffee.
It's 5pm and the chaos devolves to mayhem. I shoo them outdoors and they rip stems off new pumpkins, wielding woody daggers in front-lawn battle.
I watch only intermittently from the window -- I can't hack it all, have to turn away and trust they'll be fine. It's like Baby Jackass up in here, mini-Johnny Knoxvilles running rampant, belly-down on skateboards zooming straight for the crash.
I'm fine, Mama. I got it. That was awesome.
My hands are full.
A month ago I had lunch with a friend and her beautiful 4-month old baby. I held her son, ooohing and ahhhing and snuggling and kissing his fuzzy little head, and when our lunch came, she ate while I held him and I had this small but really huge moment when I realized that, as cute as he was, I would really rather be eating my sandwich.
I'm on the other side, and it feels good. It feels good to know full when I feel it.
linking up with heather.