Earlier this month Rob was out of town on business, and as I mentally recapped the events on one particular day in his absence, all I could do was laugh. As parents our days can be filled to capacity with minor (and at times) major emergencies, disasters and episodes – so much so that over time we become a bit detached to the ridiculousness of it all. And unless we stop long enough to string together every detail of one 24-hour round with the mini humans, we can take for granted the sheer miracle of our very survival.Not to mention the miracle of finding the comedy inside (almost) every near-catastrophe. The fact that at the end of a day of entire toiletpaper rolls knocked into an unflushed bowl and little brothers painting their nails pink with polish, we are still standing, still smiling- is pretty remarkable.
On a separate note, I now understand why it is nail polish has such a strong, distinct odor…how better to alert us to the scent of mischief?
And just so he can’t claim once he’s old enough to read this, that I only tell tales of mischief, I now have the video of Asher singing to himself that I mentioned here. Please pardon the poor light quality – it was one of those moments I literally grabbed the camera before he noticed his audience.
Have a week of surviving while smiling friends!