This break from school has been wonderful and awful and magical and hellish and too long and much too long. It’s been bartering for bedtimes and rooms that need cleaning and the laundry, dear God, the laundry.
It’s been shoes that are too big and footed pajamas stretched by toes that are growing too quickly.
It’s been home cooked meals and frozen waffles at 9:30 p.m. after effort is sorta-kinda valiantly sought after and never found. I suspect it is with the missing socks.
It’s been the noise of a messy family and then silence and no in between.
It’s been vodka. Thank you, vodka.
It’s been pajamas and mom showering at 6:30 p.m….maybe. Maybe tomorrow.
It’s been holding new babies and then waffling between joy and sadness. It’s been passing the baton.
It’s been yelling and hugging and looking for a peaceful room to be alone with my thoughts and finding the room and it becoming too quiet for comfort.
It’s been reading books and watching far too much T.V. and the cookies, dear God, the cookies.
It’s been, “Yes!” and “NO!” and “HURRY UP!” and, “Let’s enjoy this moment!” and busy and stagnate and everything in between.
It’s been time standing still and clocks never moving and whoa, look at that it’s almost over.
It’s been happy and sad and reflective and selfish and lovely and ugly and I can’t say I loved every minute of it. But, I can’t say I didn’t.
It’s been complicated. It usually is.
It’s been spotless, decorated living rooms and toilets with urine. Everywhere.
It’s been coordinating dishes and paper plates and “just ONE more, marshmallow!” and “My GOD, IF YOU WERE HUNGRY, YOU’D EAT AN APPLE!”
It’s been fun and extremely boring and snowball fights while I barely supervise by the back door with, “just one more cup of coffee.”. That was 5 cups ago.
It’s been lighthearted and deep discussions about those we’ve lost and those still with us.
It’s been friends and finding gracious ways to forgive those who have sinned against us.
It’s been life. Wonderful, horrid, amazing life. Goodbye 2013.