Ha! Kidding! I'm just trying to keep them all fed and the house somewhat presentable for when the Directv guy shows up! Either way it's still a crazy, wild, stinky, busy, male-dominated existence, and believe it or not, I can't imagine Kirkland any other way.
1. Toys. There are still Lego's everywhere. I actually think my feet have become accustomed to the feel of sharp plastic digs in the middle of the night. Nevertheless, I find them in the fridge, the washing machine, and of course, the sofa.
2. Dirt. There's still a lot of it, but now it's embedded in baseball pants and football jerseys, tracked in on the bottom of the cleats of a left-handed boy who played a double header and out of sheer exhaustion forgot to leave them in the garage.
3. Food. The incessant demand for full tummies has only increased as the mouths have multiplied and the older boys have added inches to their bios. I bought two bags of chips, three bags of Goldfish, and a 16 count bag of string cheese on a Friday afternoon and by Sunday they were ALL complaining that there was no food in the house. Speaking of Goldfish, the pretzel kind to be exact, someone forgot a bag of them in the bathroom????? Not exactly what I was expecting when I went in to pick up dirty laundry.
4. Sports. Tate hung a mini Nerf basketball in my living room (my Living room!) and now my Haverty's ottoman serves as the jump off for slam dunking. Aaannndddd, basketball isn't even our signature sport. What we do have are footballs, and they are everywhere: backyard, frontyard, minivan, Camry, bedrooms and bathrooms. We toss footballs in the pool, we catch passes on the couch, we run for yards around the kitchen and living room and back, all with the prelude "mom, watch this!" That same ottoman gets moved around quite a bit for wrestling matches and we don't even wrestle for sport! The ottoman's matching couch has become the go-to for flat-footed box jumping and the arm now shows the wear and tear from that. I will not be purchasing new furniture any time soon.
5. Gadgets. I can remember when the VCR/TV combo was the extent of entertainment for the boys. We moved on to the Nintendo DS, and lost those and found them; took them away for punishment and returned them. The boys grew and so did technology, and they scored Ipod touches and finally phones! And we lose them and find them; take them away for punishment, then return them. Tate and Tru aren't far behind, and although they do not OWN Iphones, they operate them as if they invented them.
6. Noise. I think it goes without saying that we could in fact be known as the Loud House, if not the Loud Family. We had a friend come by one day to watch some football, and, having never been in our surroundings before, continuously asked Billy, quite politely, "is it always like this? you know, so . . . busy?" What I think he was trying to say was, "Dude, this place is Nuts!" Was I offended? No! I quite often tell Billy I feel like the Ringmaster of a three ring circus, one ring of acrobats (kids hanging upside down from something), one ring of lions(someone always yelling and pawing the air), and one ring with a juggler (me- with my daily planner, school lunch supplies, and a load of laundry on my hip).
I remind myself often that there is a special place in Heaven for moms of boys; I can't help but wonder, though, does that mean there will be lots of pink, ring-free bathtubs, and stink-free toilets? Will the kitchen clean itself and the fridge contain all the foods that I like? Will there be peace and quiet and crumb-free carpets? Will my clothes be free from the stains from a sticky-fingered hug? Will I go to the bank and not have to pray that a child doesn't pull a fire-alarm(3/4 of mine have done that)? Will I be able to read a book without interruption or watch a tv show with out hitting the pause button?
I hope not. As tempting as all that sounds, I wouldn't know what to do with myself.
I'm just not me without them.
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