If the days behind are symbolic to what lies ahead, my life is chaos. My husband, bless him, has been bussling with work: after hours, weekends and even on his vacation his bluetooth has been attached to his ear with his laptop nestled comfortably in his lap.
God has blessed me with an astounding provider. This much is true. And I stand here laughing before you in an office UPSIDE down in shredded paper, a garbage can stomped on by my four year old son and papers amiss everywhere. Then let me take you to my foyer where more shredded paper awaits you. Here is where my children decided to bounce on the bags of paper like they were piles of freshly raked fall leaves. Chaos.
Boxes that hold the things from my husbands old office awaiting arrival to his new are placed along my steps. My floors and my couches are ridden with folded fresh clean clothes and clothes awaiting to be folded. Chaos.
My life is chaos. Yet, I laugh.
Yesterday my kids danced themselves around empty houses needing renters proudly proclaiming, "I like this house I like this house!" Before running into a car packed to the gills with toys, travel games and Trader Joes paper bags riddled with snacks and drinks.
My kids are thoroughly enjoying themselves. I am thoroughly enjoying myself. My husband cannot wait to finish the last of his meetings so he can actually enjoy himself. Life is good.
Therefore, I proudly proclaim against the calamity of this horribly misshapen house that a tornado did it! A whirlwind came right in and mixed my house around to be in the wretched shape it is!
And my family, the beauty that is, stands before you hair tossled but spirits high anxiously awaiting our next adventure.
