My children are a rowdy bunch these past few days. Christmas is in their blood, coursing through their veins. Christmas, and lots of sugar.
My "Peace on Earth" mantle decor has done little to nothing by way of curbing the bickering.
The babies, better known as The Disaster Duo, have been in true form. It's a wonder the house is still standing. I'm considering calling up the Navy and offering their services. I have this idea that it would be a great way to train a Navy Seal how to be vigilant. An afternoon with my two darlings should do the trick.
The Boy seems to have suffered some sort of hearing loss. He has been talking so loud I can hardly carry on a conversation with him. And he bounces when you talk to him. Bounces.
It's all very tiring.
Yesterday I screamed, "Can I just get a moments peace?!"
Which was instantly embarrassing once it flew out of my mouth because I felt like my mother, incarnate, standing there in my apron with a wooden spoon, saying such things!
But I guess what I'm learning is that having peace, and having peaceful are two different things.
My home was peaceful prior to the arrival of my children. And clean. I want everyone to know that at one point I had a clean home. But now, now that my children are all here, I have peace.
When I watch my children enjoy the Christmas season, as noisy and hectic as it is, I have peace.
Peace. What a gift.
Most likely, I don't know you. My friends and family seldom read my blog. But I do appreciate the people who come here and read my drivel. You make me feel normal. And human. You are supportive of all my crazy ideas and ventures. I really do think about you, and the lives you might lead, and the things you might dream about and hope for.
I hope you have peace in your heart this year. And if you do not, I hope that you will hang on. Just hang on. It will find you.
Peace comes and goes. I don't knows what lies ahead for me. But this is life.